Yours Truly (Billionaires and Brides 2)

He chuckled at her question. You mean like lying down? Standing up? Doggie style? Missionary? I think we should do it every way possible.

He harnessed his wandering mind. “We go slow. We start out discreet.”

“I can do discreet,” she replied. “But I’m not exactly on your schedule. It took months to arrange this meeting. Won’t it be suspicious to suddenly have me around all the time?”

He turned and picked up her proposal. “This project is a great reason to have you come see me on a regular basis. Perhaps we need to schedule some business dinners?”

“I like business dinners.”

“Good,” he said. He knew his smile matched hers. Excitement fluttered in his stomach, dancing with joy that he didn’t expect.

He reached for her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it. She was so smooth and soft. He wanted to feel more.

“I’ll have my secretary call you,” he told her, not letting go of her hand. “To set up a meeting.”

“I hope it’s soon.” Her smile filled the room with light.

“Count on it.” With one hand he pulled her closer, and with the other he held the edge of her chin as he kissed her once more, this time appreciating the delicacy of her lips over her hand.

Slowly and regretfully he let her go as the intercom began to buzz again.

With their faces still only inches away and her eyes still closed she licked her lips. The motion was intoxicating, instantly driving him insane with memories of what that mouth could do.

She opened her eyes and stepped back. He missed the feel of her in his arms as she ran her hands down her dress to alleviate the wrinkles before reaching for her bag.

She looked up, putting the bag on her shoulder. “I think this was a very successful meeting, Mr. Jacobson.” Her smile had grown playful and mischievous. He liked it.

“I agree, Ms. Riley. We shall have to do another.”

She was moving towards the door when she stopped, looked back, and winked. Immediately he remembered the wedding, the same hint he had discretely sent her in the very beginning.

What a turn of events.

He was smiling foolishly as he mumbled the word, “Goodbye.”

16

Kat

It took three days before a dinner was scheduled. Kat had felt like a kid waiting for Christmas after leaving his office, as if Christmas was some near but immeasurable time away.

She had been at work, toiling through yet another spreadsheet, when her phone rang. She’d nearly let it go to voicemail just because she was so close to finishing her work, but answered it just in time.

“Mr. Jacobson would like to request another meeting in order to further discuss your proposal.” The secretary sounded completely uninterested, and if anything, annoyed to be calling Kat to set this up.

Kat wanted to sound as professional as possible, but found herself grinning from ear to ear, regardless of the secretary’s tone. “When is Mr. Jacobson proposing to meet?”

“Are you available to meet with him Friday at The West Wing Steakhouse at 7pm?” the secretary asked. Kat could almost see her roll her eyes through the phone.

“Yes, that sounds perfect.” It was a good thing that the secretary couldn’t see through the phone on this end. Kat was doing a silent victory dance around her cubicle. It looked like a cross between a touchdown dance and the Macarena, but Kat didn’t care. They had a date!

The secretary repeated the specifics of the meeting again before abruptly hanging up. It was all business as far as she was concerned, which suited Kate just fine. She wanted the secretary to think it was all just business. They needed everyone to think that.

She was out of breath from her happy dance as she plopped down into her chair and spun in lazy circles. A date. A pretend business meeting, but a real date with Mr. Sexy-wink. Life was golden and bright. She could barely wait.

Kat packed and collected her files and laptop before getting ready for dinner that evening. It would be just like her to show up to a ‘business dinner’ with AJ without even a pencil in her hand. If they were going to be able to see each other, she had to do a good job at keeping up the pretense. The only way to combat the anticipation was to be overly systematic.

She had allowed herself a considerable amount of time to shower and decide on her attire, but the process moved far quicker than she thought. It wasn’t extremely hard to pick out an outfit. She simply chose her favorite professional getup: black dress slacks with matching jacket and a light blue silk button-up blouse.