The Millionaire Myth Read Online Free Page B

my answer.  Of course he hardly knew me, so he had no idea how much I loved looking at houses, but there was no comparison; looking at houses kicked Netflix's ass.
                  He obviously mistook my stunned silence for hesitation because he quickly added, “Don't think I'm just going to use you just for a second opinion, of course.  I thought after we checked a few of them out I could treat you to dinner?  Any place you like.”  He looked so hopeful.  “Interested?”
                  Ding ding ding, we have a winner!   “Um, sure.  Sounds like fun.  Plus, I think getting out would be good for me...help to take my mind off things.”
                  “Great.  Do you live nearby?”
                  “Pretty close, why?”
                  “I thought we could go drop your car off, then when we're done I can just drop you at home.  I don't like the idea of bringing you back to a dark parking lot to get your car.”
                  I hated to admit it, but I was starting to have those feelings again.  Those feelings that made me want to call him Mick.  Could it be possible that I'd read him wrong all this time?  Even if he was only trying to get me to buy a house, would he be this considerate?  I decided it didn't matter.  Either way, I was still up for a night out with an attractive man.  I figured that even if he was a jerk deep down, he was pretending to be a great guy.  So, I chose to look at it as a night out with a great guy.  I'll take it.
                  I dropped my car off and slid into the black leather seat of his Mercedes.  I noticed as I pulled my feet in, the letters AMG on a gleaming stainless steel casing in the opening of the door.  I wondered how he kept the steel so clean on the floorboards.  I looked over at him with raised eyebrows.  “AMG?  What's that?”
                  I could see he was thrilled to have the opportunity to brag about his car.  “Oh, this is a Mercedes S 65 AMG.  I love this car.”
                  I could see why.  It was beautiful.  I didn't want to imagine what he shelled out for it.  “Well, I'm sure it impresses the ladies .”
                  He shrugged as he pulled out into traffic.  “I won't deny that.  That's not why I bought it though.  I've always dreamed of owning a Mercedes, so when I was finally able to afford it, I got all the bells and whistles.”
                  I jumped, then glared at him as he burst out laughing.  “You weren't kidding!  Heated seats?”
                  He nodded.  “Yep.  I told you, I spared no expense.”
                  I shook my head, amazed.  “Well Mick, if you ever decide you need to trade up to something a little fancier, I'll take this baby off your hands.”
                  He laughed again.  “I'll keep that in mind.  Alright, are you ready to check out the first place?”
                  I nodded as I relaxed into the magical warming seat.  “I'm ready.  But I wouldn't mind if it takes us a while to get there.”
                  “It wont take us long.” Slick laughed, “I didn't buy this model just for the seats, I bought it for the power.”
                  I felt myself be pushed back into the seat as he punched the accelerator.
     
                  We walked up the wide front steps of the first home on the list.  I was in awe as I looked up at the Mediterranean home.  The massive double doors opened into a marble tiled palace.  It was an open floor plan, and to the left was the chef's kitchen.  I walked in and ran my hand over the stunning granite counters and admired the custom cherry cabinets. 
                  After viewing the kitchen we went up the staircase, complete with wrought iron banisters, to the master suite.  It was something out