Page 2 of Billionaire’s Game

I looked down at my hands and folded them together. “I’m afraid of flying.”

“Afraid? What’s there to be afraid of? You’re more likely to die driving,” she laughed dryly, “Especially in Miami.”

“Are you from there?”

“Well, not really. I’m from an area south of Miami. Redsville, it’s called.”

“Oh... is it near the beach?”

“Umm... not really. Speaking of the beach, you don’t seem to get much sun, huh?”

I felt myself blush as she looked me over with a grimace. She patted my hand and leaned forward. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you naked and tanned in no time.”

I blushed again and said, “Umm... no, thanks.”

She stared at me in confusion and then laughed loudly, so loudly that people turned around to look in our direction.

“Hey, I’m not trying to get you naked for my own sake. I’m strictly dickly. You know what I mean?”

She laughed again, and I had to smile at her colorful language. She sat back and buckled her seatbelt. “And honestly speaking, if I were a lesbian, you wouldn’t be my type—”

My mouth fell open and she rushed to awkwardly reassure me, saying, “What I’m trying to say is that I don’t think I would be into model thin girls... no offense.”

“No offense taken,” I mumbled, feeling somewhat perturbed.

“So, you must have a crazy high metabolism, huh?” she said, staring at me. “How much do you weigh? Like one-fifteen?” I opened my mouth to answer, but she was still talking. “I weigh one-fifty,” she said loudly. “Gosh, I weigh like fifty pounds more than you. I think it’s all in my boobs and hips. I’m still sexy though,” she said matter-of-factly.

I didn’t know what to say so I said nothing and pointedly reached for a magazine. I didn’t feel like talking to my seatmate any longer. The stewardess was giving us instructions and we were about to take off. I needed a distraction and I didn’t want to pop my happy pill in front of Ms. Chatterbox.

“Gosh, I can’t wait to be back in Florida. West Virginia is beautiful, but the men suck.”

I tried to ignore her, but I was curious. “What were you doing in West Virginia?”

She looked at me and then rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest. “I made a stupid decision to go with my boyfriend from college back to his hometown.”

“Why was it a stupid decision?”

She shook her head. “I caught him making out with his high school sweetheart one week after I moved out there. That bastard.”

“One week? Seriously? Do you think they’ve been seeing each other this whole time behind your back?” I know I probably sounded stupid, but I was really interested. My life was boring, but this girl’s life seemed to be super interesting.

She shook her head and then stopped herself. “You know what? He probably was. That jerk. That never occurred to me.” She shook her head again and I could tell she was thinking deeply about her boyfriend’s infidelity as she began to chew her lip.

“Let me give you some advice, Slim,” she said, clearly referring to me. “Don’t spend four years of your life with a jerk from nowhere West Virginia. I gave him some of the best years he’ll ever know,” she said dramatically.

“Really?” I didn’t know what else to say.

“Well, there were lots of sexy guys I could have hooked up with in college, but I dated him instead.”

She pulled out her phone and showed me a picture of him. He was tall, blonde and looked like the type of guy who would always ignore a girl like me.

“He’s cute,” I commented without much enthusiasm. I didn’t even know this girl, but somehow, I felt she could do better than the cheesy guy she’d just shown me.

“He’s a no-good cheat,” she said succinctly. “You have a boyfriend?”

I shook my head.

“Well, you’re better off. We’re young. We can’t waste our youth on stupid men.”