Stolen: The Billionaire Deception - Page 7

“The worst.” He slammed a few more cabinets and then finally asked, “Where is the vodka?”

“In the freezer,” I told him.

I heard him open the freezer door and then say, “Hmm, why is it in the freezer?”

“It keeps it fresh.”

“Okay then. You want one?”

“No, I didn’t have a bad date,” I called back. I heard the tinkle of ice cubes in a glass before he came back into the living room with a glass of clear liquid in his hand.

He stopped and leaned against the doorway that led from the living room to the kitchen and said, “No, you didn’t. You obviously didn’t have any date at all. What are you doing home in your pajamas at ten p.m. on a Friday night? You know you’re only twenty-four years old, right?”

“I’m tired of bad dates,” I told him. “And besides, this week I just don’t have the energy.” The truth about my love life was that I had trust issues when it came to men. My father died on me, James Hunter stole from me and my first serious boyfriend in college cheated on me. What was a girl to think?

Grant came over and sat down next to me on the couch. When he saw what was on the television he laughed and said, “Dateline? Are you sure you’re only twenty-four?”

“Shut-up,” I told him. “I just like to be well informed.”

“Going stir crazy?”

“Oh my God I’m almost suicidal,” I told him.

He laughed again and said, “You know there is this brilliant new device called a cellular phone. You don’t have to sit home every day and night waiting for a call… you go out and you take the phone with you. If they call you it rings right there in your pocket or purse.”

“You’re hilarious,” I told him. “I’m not staying at home because I’m afraid I’ll miss their call.”

He sat back and drained his drink, “Then why are you? You’re gorgeous, you’re young, and you’re smart. You live in Manhattan…”

“Aren’t you the guy who just busted in here complaining about the worst date ever?”

“Yes, but I at least went on a date. As a matter of fact it was with Bethany so technically I had a week of dates since nary a day went by that I didn’t see her.” I could tell by the way he said it that he was sure it would be their last date.

“So why was it so bad?” I asked him.

“We were at dinner at La Boulogne…”

“You took her to La Boulogne? I didn’t know it was so serious.”

“Oh be quiet! I told you last week that I was trying to change my ways. I thought since she’d been good to me I at least owed her a nice dinner. Now where was I?” Grant had history also of being kind of a cheap date. He got away with it because he had such a pretty face.

“You were at La Boulogne with Bethany…”

“Right, so we’re there and first thing we see is my boss…”

“Your supervisor, Mick?”

“No, my boss. The boss! The CEO of the frickin’ company.”

“Wow, did he recognize you?”

“Yes he did. I see him every Monday morning in our staff meeting and I sat with him and his wife at the Christmas party. He knows me well. Anyways, he said hello and we introduced our dates and talked a bit…”

“Wait! Your dates? Didn’t you just say he was married?”

“Mm hmm, it gets better,” he said. “So we get to our table and I have to order her dinner…”

“Why did you have to order it for her?”

“Because she doesn’t read French.”

“The menu is in French?”

“No… I mean yeah, the French dishes are of course in French but… well, you know what I mean.”

“Afraid so,” I said. I could see that he was getting that she wasn’t the sharpest tool. “That wasn’t even the really bad part though.”

“What was the bad part?”

“I’m getting to that,” he said. “We get our food and I’m making conversation and I mention that my boss has a wife. Bethany says, Oh that’s so nice that she lets him have time out with his friend.” I laughed. I should have tried to explain to her that the “friend” didn’t look like someone who kept up on business and finance. I seriously doubted that the girl knew he was married. By that time I had been explaining things to her all night, and I was worn out. Maybe I didn’t do a very good job of stressing the part about discretion. Anyways, while we were waiting for dessert, she gets up and goes to the bathroom… of course passing right by my boss and his “date.”

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