Escorting the Billionaire - Part 1

I looked at her, shocked and wondering what she meant by that. I shook her hand limply. I noted that my plastered-on smile was intact; if the rest of his family was this bad, I was going to need a steady supply of alcohol to keep it in place.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so many wonderful things,” I said.

“Oh, nonsense. You don’t need to bother with that, dear—I know what my son really thinks of me,” she said without bothering to look offended.

“Enough,” James said. He sounded defeated, and we’d been here for less than five minutes. “Let Audrey at least think we’re civilized for the first night. Can you show us to the bar? And where’s Dad? And Todd and his bitch-ass fiancée?”

Mrs. Preston stopped inspecting me and turned to him with a glare. It must have been the way she normally looked at him—her face relaxed into it. “You watch your mouth, James. And here’s a waiter—be sure to take your medicine. Just make sure it’s not the kind that has you hurling the c-word, or any other of your trash talk, at your new sister-in-law.”

“Yes, ma’am,” James said.

She rolled her eyes at him and turned to me. “You better order a double, young lady,” she said, nodding her head toward her son. “You’re going to need it.”

Funny, I thought, James said the same thing about you.

Except that it wasn’t funny.

I ordered a double anyway. I really wanted a martini, but I was too worried that I wouldn’t be able to balance it while running away from James’s scary mother.

“What did your mother mean by that?” I asked. “The ‘designed to embarrass your family’ thing?”

“I have no idea,” he said, and I didn’t believe him.

James took a big sip of his bourbon and grabbed my hand. He leaned over to me. “My father, Robert, is straight ahead,” he said. “He’s talking to Johnny O’Mara, the city councilman. Probably dreaming up new ways to pillage the city. And there’s Todd and stupid Evie.” He pointed to a slightly taller, thinner version of himself that must have been Todd. He was next to a young, reed-thin woman with a blond bob. She looked like a Mrs. Preston Jr. except that her teeth were a little horsey, and when she laughed, her bony shoulders shook aggressively.

“Why do you hate her so much? She looks nice,” I said. Actually, she looked exhausting, her laser-like ice-blue stare piercing every person who came within range.

“Let’s go meet her. You’ll see what I mean.”

I held up my drink. “Let me finish this first. Your mother keeps looking over here. I’m worried she’s gonna talk to us some more.”

I leaned up in my kitten heels to whisper to him, keeping a playful smile on my face. “Let’s pretend we can’t get enough of each other. Maybe your mother will leave us alone, then.”

James leaned against me. “That sounds great, Audrey.”

We were pressed against each other, and suddenly it felt as if it had gotten very, very hot in the restaurant. “Don’t you have any friends here?” I asked. “Anyone helpful? We need another buffer besides me.”

“My best friend will be here later tonight. Cole. He’ll probably try to steal you from me.” He slid his hand down my back, into the curve of my spine.

“You can’t lend me out. It’s in our contract,” I said, even though the contract said nothing of the sort.

“I might make you my newest venture,” he said, leaning down to talk into my ear. He rubbed my lower back slowly, his hand lowering down to graze the top of my as**s. Every nerve ending in my body was on high alert.

Daring him, I turned my face to his. “I’m not for sale,” I said, our lips close. Too close. I brushed my nose against his so that we looked like the happy couple we weren’t. “I’m like a timeshare, baby. No one gets to own me. You just get to stay a while.”

My words hung in the air as he looked at me darkly. “That’s a horrible thing to say about yourself, Audrey,” he said.

His words cut me, and my back stiffened. But I didn’t have the right to react to him like that.

I knew what I was.

I didn’t let any emotion show on my face, but I pulled back and took another long sip of my drink. Now there was hurt mingled with the heat between us, and I was unsteadied by it, almost a little dizzy. I stood there and absorbed it, letting my shame mix with my other wild emotions.

It was nothing I didn’t deserve.

James took a deep breath and pulled me against him. I stood there, stiffly, wishing the floor would swallow me up. “I’m sorry,” he said in a rush, into my ear. “I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean it the way it came out.”