I met Bianca in an elevator.
She was on her way to interview me when we got stuck.
The beautiful raven-haired reporter assumed I was a delivery guy because of the way I was dressed.
She had no clue I was really Dex Truitt, the wealthy, successful businessman she'd dubbed "Mister Moneybags"―her afternoon appointment.
Bianca told me how much she hated Dex's type―snobby, over educated, silver-spooned men who didn't appreciate the simple things in life.
So, after the elevator finally started moving again, I cancelled the interview and let her believe I was someone I wasn't―a bike messenger named Jay. I loved the way she looked at the fake me and didn't want it to end.