Nina’s POV:
I rolled my eyes, “Not even; I can get a man if I want.”
He lifted a brow at me, “So, you had flirted before short stack? I find that hard to believe.”
“What? I can flirt.”
“Okay, show me.” He waved a single hand at me, not bothering to hold back another smirk.
I threw my crust down. “Okay,” I said, scanning the room. Raising a brow, he waited until for me to start flirting. “I can’t do it if you are staring at me like that, geez talk about pressure.”
“Admit it; you can’t flirt to save your life, baby.”
I folded my arms and crossed my legs. “Oh, like you can? All you need to say is I’m Matthew Greyson, extraordinaire billionaire. Want to go back to my penthouse and bang on my pile of cash,” I said in a deep voice to imitate him. “And every girl, even guys, will spread
