Saved by the Boss (New York Billionaires, #2)

by Olivia Hayle

“Yes. Well, perhaps one day. Let’s see here… oh, this is a fun one. Give me two truths and a lie about yourself.” “Two truths and a lie?” “Yes. I’ll see if I can parcel out the lie.” He crosses his arms over his chest and glances back at the half-open door to my office. “I’m born in January, my social security number ends in thirty-seven, and this suit is new.” Oh, this man is frustrating. I don’t let it show, giving him a smile. “One of them is a lie?” “Yes.” There’s challenge in his eyes. Clearly, he thinks he’s outsmarted my prompt. His three things are about as personal as asking someone about the weather. “You’re not born in January,” I guess. “Wrong. My social security number does not end in thirty-seven.” I smile, like he’s won a point, and return to the client profile. Enjoys being difficult, I write. Could be devastating if he decides to flirt with a woman in earnest. Doubtful he’ll ever do something he doesn’t want to. “You learned a lot about me from that response,” he says. “What did you just write?”