"Aaah...you're a downtown man. That explains it. I live on the Upper East Side. Most of my friends do."
He winked, as if to say, "Of course you do, Taddy Brill." "Single?"
"Are you dating anyone?" Warner clarified.
"All these questions. You should meet my friend Vive. She's a journalist and is always asking a lot about everything."
"Are you pa.s.sing me off on your friend Vive already?"
"G.o.d no!" She felt her skin getting hot. "I'm flattered you asked. I'm not exclusive with anyone at the moment." Taddy hoped he'd buy that vague answer, she couldn't remember the last time she'd gone on a real date. Sitting across from her butler at the dining room table after he'd made dinner didn't really count as a date.
"So then, we're both single."
"I'm surprised you're not married. With your fortunes, women must fall at your feet."
"My wife pa.s.sed away a few years ago."
"I'm sorry for your loss." She'd never met a widower as young as Warner before.
"How long were you together?"
"About ten years. Jacqueline was my first."
"Oh, your first love?"
"Yes and the first woman I ever made love to."
"That's really beautiful, Warner." Taddy thought his late wife must've been a remarkable woman. "I know how it feels to have someone taken away from you, especially when they're all you've ever really known." Taddy could tell by the look on his face he was a private person. When he did share something about himself, he probably regretted his transparency. With no desire to pry, she added, "You never get over the pain but you find ways to move forward. Truman Enterprises must keep you busy."
He frowned. "Perhaps..." Warner sipped his water then said, "I turned my grief into a charity in my late wife's name."
"That's commendable. I host an annual fundraising ball every year for various programs in need."
"Yes, I read about them online. They look like a lot of fun."
She thought it was odd she'd never read about him in the papers. "You don't do any personality profiles on yourself or the charity?"
"I don't grant media interviews. I was raised to work hard but not crave the spotlight," he answered matter-of-factly, not hiding anything. "In addition to reading up on your business I also did some research on your personal life."
"Really?" Her voice broke. Please don't tell me you caught my online video riding a horse at my Arabian Nights Party-naked.
"You're quite the socialite and a Brillford to boot. Your family is powerful in New York. I can see why you holiday under an alias as Red." His smile broadened in approval. Perhaps he wasn't threatened. Most men ran for the door.
Throughout history, the Brillfords had risen as a significant royal house in Europe. Renowned in the late 1700s for their work in math and science, Taddy couldn't recall the name of the exact patent her great-grandfather owned but remembered whatever it was rema
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