The Billionaire and the Virgin (The Billionaires 1)

I shrugged. “They loved Henry. I’d like to think that after the shock had settled they’d accept it.”

“So you’ve thought about a future with him?”

“Not with any seriousness. I never actually thought something would happen between us. I just thought I’d meet someone else and live happily ever after with them one day. That I’d get my own Prince Henry but it wouldn’t be Henry, if you get what I’m saying.” I sighed.

“But you came here to see if there was a possibility?”

“I guess so,” I confessed. “Deep down inside I can’t deny it was an idea.”

“Well, I guess my advice is that you’re going to have to be patient.” She offered. “The fact he left early to go charging to deal with your dinner date is encouraging.”

“Shit, Aidan! I’d better send him a warning text,” I said.

“You’ll need this, then?” Mary met my look of confusion with her hand, waving my purse in my face.

“Where did I leave that?”

“Middle of the hallway, along with your shoes.”

“Jesus, I really did have a good night.”

I took out my cell and fired a quick message to Aidan.

Amelia: Henry knows we went for dinner, but that’s all. He left in a temper, apparently.

A text came back within a minute.

Aidan: I can handle Henry Carter. Been doing it for years. I think I should call at your office for coffee afterward and we should record his reaction on our cell phones.

Amelia: You are so evil. Be careful!

I put my cell back in my purse and drank down the rest of my coffee.

“God, that feels so much better. I don’t know what I would do without you, Mary.”

“Bacon sandwich to go?”

“Actually I think it’s you I love,” I told her and then we both gasped.

What the hell had I just said?

“And on that rather embarrassing note, I’ll go fix my hair and make up.” I jumped down off my stool and practically ran to my room.

Love?

I loved him?

Impossible. I hardly knew him. It was infatuation, pure and simple.

But maybe it could lead to love.

I decided that I’d had enough of acting like a lovesick teenager and I had a job to get to. It was time to kick some ass in the world of property.

Having eaten a bacon sandwich in the car before I drove to work, by the time I got to the office and passed Jessica, the salt had made my mouth like the Sahara desert.

“I need coffee, stat!” I begged her.

“Coming right up.” She grabbed her purse.