The Ultimate Playboy(38)

                ‘Right, two hundred thousand dollars, based on your roommate’s assessment of your talent?’

                She poured and passed him a cup, forcing herself not to react to the spark of electricity when their fingers brushed. ‘You threw away thirty million last night without blinking but you’re grilling me over two hundred thousand?’

                He stiffened. ‘That was different.’ His voice held icy warning.

                She heeded it. ‘Anyway,’ she hurried on, ‘thousands of people voted for me to win your show based on three of my best dishes and cocktails.’

                His gaze drifted over her, lingered at her breasts then down her legs before he came back to her face. ‘Are you sure that’s the only reason they voted?’

                The sudden tremble in her fingers made her set the cup down. ‘You’re an ass for making that inference.’ Again, much too close to home. Too many times her mother had been ridiculed for using her sexuality to boost ratings, a fact Ruby had burned with humiliation for every single time.

                ‘What inference?’ he asked with a sly grin.

                ‘The stupid sexist one you’re making. Are you saying they voted for me because I have boobs?’ Her rough accusation finally got his attention. The smile slid from his face but not the stark hunger in his eyes.

                ‘Very nice ones.’

                Despite her annoyance, heat rushed through her. ‘Yeah, well, two of the other contestants had boobs, too.’

                ‘I have no interest in theirs,’ he returned blandly.

                She picked up her cup and started to blow on her coffee, noticed his intense gaze on her mouth and thought better of it. ‘Are you really that shallow?’

                ‘Sì, I am.’

                ‘No, you’re not.’

                ‘You wound me.’

                ‘You wound yourself. You’re clearly intelligent—’

                ‘Grazie—’

                ‘Or you wouldn’t be worth billions. I fail to see why you feel the need to add this to the equation.’

                ‘Tell me, sweet Ruby, why is it sexist to state that I appreciate an attractive body when I see it?’

                Her mouth tightened. ‘It’s sexist when you imply I got where I am by flaunting it when you couldn’t be more wrong.’

                ‘Point taken.’ He said nothing further.

                ‘Is that supposed to be an apology?’

                ‘Yes, I apologise unreservedly for making observations about your body.’

                ‘That’s almost as bad as saying “I apologise if your feelings are hurt” instead of “I’m sorry for hurting your feelings”.’

                ‘Let’s not dwell on the pedantic. You have my unreserved apologies.’ His gaze was steady and clear.

                Ruby chose to believe he meant it. ‘Thank you.’

                ‘Good. I tried to reach Stone. I’ve been informed he’s on vacation and can’t be reached.’