Gina
“A house?”
The elevator doors closed before Zander could escape the question, not that there was anywhere for him to go. We were alone inside, and I was staring at him hard enough that even the mysterious billionaire who once built an entire second identity to keep people out of his personal life had the decency to look slightly uncomfortable.
“Yes.”
“You already own a penthouse.”
“You mentioned that.”
“And I’m pretty sure you own other properties I don’t know about because rich people apparently collect real estate the way normal people collect coffee mugs.”
His mouth twitched. “Are you finished?”
“Not even close. What did you mean when you said you don’t want to build a home around just you?”
The elevator descended another floor.
Zander suddenly became fascinated by the nu
