"It's not fair. You have me at a disadvantage. I didn't have a chance to Google you. Everyone else seemed to know who you were today."
"Ask me anything you want and I'll tell you," he says, offering me another bite.
"Give me the basics."
"I'm thirty-three, both my parents have passed, I've got a Master's in Business from UCLA, I own a hedge fund firm, and like you already know, I'm a workaholic and that's pretty much all I do."
"Sounds a little boring." I take another bite of the hot dog.
"It was."
"Was?" I query.
"I seem to have picked up a new interest. One that is filling my days and isn't the least bit boring." He smirks at me, and I know he's talking about me.
"Women?" I ask. I shouldn't. I don't really want to know, but another part of me does. He looks like a man who has wom
