Page 20 of The Billionaire's Classmate

Savanna smirked as she saw her target. She could already tell by his smug smile and good looks that this would be an easy mission. She would have him curled around her pinky in no time. Ronny noticed this almost diabolic look on her face. So this woman was a spy. What else was she hiding from him? What more could he learn about her?

“Is everything clear?” Gerald asked as he looked at the couple. He could feel the tension between them and wondered how they knew each other. After a moment of silence, he turned off the computers and held his hands behind his back. “Well if there are no more questions, your plane to Germany will be ready in an hour or so.”

Savanna nodded and with that, she made her way out of the room, swaying her hips as she left. “She’s some woman. One of the best spies we have.” Gerald commented, seeing Ronny’s expression.

“She’s…” Ronny couldn’t finish his sentence. He didn’t know what to make of her, but with his new mission, he was sure to find out more about her. He was determined to crack her shell, to make her fall for him, one way or another. No girl had ever denied him and she wasn’t about to be the first.

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Savanna made her way to the jet with a dull expression on her face. “Not that impressive, huh?” Ronny suddenly chimed from behind. She ignored him as she made her way up the steps. He kept following her, his body close to hers. She bit her lip slightly as she felt his proximity. A part of her already wanted to throw him off the plane, but another held an emotion she couldn’t quite ignore. Nonetheless, she tried to push it to the background of her mind as she sat down in one of the luxurious seats.

“I have a jet at home you know. Three times better than this one. Pretty impressive huh?” He grinned as he sat down adjacent to her. She stared at him, narrowing her eyes as she observed him, taking in his every detail. He had a typical playbook look to him. His hair had a slight curl to it which, Savanna noted, took a lot of gel to style into its current pushed back look. Even with the amount of time, she figured he put into such a hairstyle, he still had a haphazard look to him as some of his hair managed to escape the tight grasp of the styling product, sticking out here and there.

As the silence between them increased, she had no problem looking into his light blue eyes, maintaining eye contact with him. She knew he wanted to break away from her gaze, but he couldn’t. A smirk emerged on Savanna’s face as she finally freed him of her stare. Her eyes moved to his fair skin and light facial hair. He was attractive. There was no denying that. With his tall, muscular physique and handsome face, he could grab anyone’s attention, even Savanna’s.

“Why do you keep staring at me? Is there something stuck in my teeth?” He chuckled as he leaned back, trying to assume a nonchalant attitude. Savanna scoffed at his horrible attempt at humor.

“Really? The old something in my teeth line?” Savanna lifted an eyebrow in question.

“Well, you're not easily approachable if I have to be completely honest,” Ronny admitted as his cheeks grew red in color. Savanna crossed her arms across her chest, assuming a hostile stance.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. You know, usually girls are all over me, but you’re different. You even seem tohateme, which boggles my mind because what the hell did I ever do to you?” As he said these words, he got closer to her. She grinned and got closer as well, their faces now inches apart. There was a mischievous look on her face.

“Sorry… but I don’t fall for stuck up billionaires like yourself.” She spat out the words, before leaning back and crossing one leg over the other.

“How do you know I’m a billionaire? I could be a millionaire.” He chuckled. She rolled her eyes in response, before grabbing a glass of champagne that was being offered to her by the flight attendant.

“Well… let’s see. You just told me you had a jet that was… what did you say… three times better than this one? That watch on your wrist… that probably cost a small fortune… that amount of diamonds doesn’t come cheap. Your haphazard attitude and playboy flirting techniques… all the signs of some rich hotshot.” She answered in a surprisingly calm tone.

“You forgot about my mansion… boat… and company.” He added in with a pleased look on his face as if all of this was some kind of game.

She had done her research and knew that Ronny founded and ran Goldberg Defense Systems: one of the biggest defense contractors of the US Army. She pretended not to know though; “How could I forget? Not only are you a spoilt douche, you’re also some high and mighty CEO? Let me guess, it’s a multibillion dollar company that contributes heavily to humanitarian efforts?” She mocked him, with a naughty smirk looking at him through her champagne glass.

“You hit the nail on the head… but don’t lie, I know you’re already in love with me… you’re just playing hard to get. I like that.” He leaned forward, about to make a move when the pilot suddenly came on overhead, telling them to fasten their seat belts. Ronny sighed as he sat back in his seat properly and they prepared themselves for takeoff.

When they were finally in the air, Savanna unlatched her seatbelt and reached in her bag, pulling out a book. Her dark eyes scanned the page as her face transformed into one of pure concentration. Every now and then she would bite her large bottom lip as if contemplating something. Ronny observed her, trying to figure her out. She seemed like a hothead, but at the same time wildly intelligent.

“Whatcha reading?” He finally interjected, breaking her concentration. She sighed, placing a bookmark on the page.

“A book.”

“Interesting.”

“You aren’t going to let me read, are you?”

“Nope.”

She sighed loudly at his response, before slipping the book back into her bag again.

“Fine. Let me ask you this then. If you are this well-off hotshot billionaire, with fancy jets and even fancier watches, what are you doing here?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, looking at her as he adjusted the watch on his wrist.

“Why are you working for the government if you are so rich? You obviously don’t need the money.” She explained, looking a little annoyed by his lack of comprehension.

“Ah… well…” He paused, placing his hands on his knees, as he seemed to enter a deep train of thought. “When I was in high school, I enlisted in the army. I got called in when I was nineteen and was put on the front lines. Eventually, I proved my worth as a sniper… but one day, my best friend was taken hostage. He was kept as a prisoner for over a year and then, just when the terrorists confirmed they would let him go… they sent a video of his execution. It was horrible… and I can never forget it. So I do this, to put scum like the men who killed him, six feet under.”