Playboy Billionaire
“Beats me. Just thought I’d let you know.”
“There’s no name?” I asked, brows furrowing together as I tried to think of who might send my flowers.
“There’s a note, but it just says ‘looking forward to a very long, happy working relationship’.”
“Oh God.”
“What?” he asked.
“They’re from Jami.”
“Why is he sending you flowers?”
I grunted and leaned back against the co
uch. “Because he’s delusional and he thinks I’m going to go on a date with him or something.”
“Ahhh…Is he trying to butter you up?”
“I guess he is, but it isn’t going to work.”
“Good for you, girl. I’ll just throw these away.”
I struggled to keep my mouth shut when he said that. I didn’t want him to throw them away, if we were being honest. I wanted to see them. No one had ever sent me flowers before. I hadn’t stayed in one place long enough for someone to want to send me flowers. Most of my relationships up until this point had been one night stands. I was over with one night stands. That’s why I was avoiding my new boss at all costs, even if he was gorgeous and just my type.
“Sure.” I said, shrugging and silently hoping it might make me sound disinterested.
“Keep fighting the good fight, Lena. He’s not going to give up until he’s bored or until you say yes.”
“I’m always up for a good fight.”
“Atta girl. I’ll see you later, yeah?”
“Absolutely.”
The line went silent and once I knew he was gone, I groaned softly and ran my hand over my face, shaking my head and sighing. This was not good. I was already starting to feel him tugging at me. I already wanted him. Now, my feelings were far from romantic, but they were physical. I wanted to feel his strong hands on my hips, tangling in my hair as his hand came down on my ass…
My cheeks went red and my eyes widened as the thoughts came into my head. What in the world was I thinking? Why was I suddenly wanting him so badly? I’d managed to push these thoughts away up to this point and now they were coming in strong.
I slammed my book closed and jumped to my feet, walking towards the bathroom. I needed a cold shower…
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It was finally opening night and I was ready to do what Jami had hired me to do. I was going to cook some really good food for a bunch of rich people who had no appreciation for the food I was cooking. I’d done that a million times before and it went just as well as it had all the other times. The food we put out was the best damn southern comfort food this town had ever seen, and by the time it was over, I was left feeling tired and satisfied. It was almost as good as sex.
I could have left clean up to my staff, but once the majority of it was done, I sent them home and decided to finish it myself. My fingers were sore and my ankles popped with every step, but I was used to it by now. The kitchen was still hot from all the cooking so I’d taken off my uniform, leaving me in a black tank top and the leggings I always wore underneath for situations like this.
When the door opened, I glanced over my shoulder. The rubbing scuffing sound was loud enough to hear through the entire kitchen.
“Hello? The kitchen is closed!” I called, my hand on a large butcher knife, just in case.
Jami came around the corner and smiled softly, tilting his head to the side. “If it’s closed then why are you still here?”
I put my hands on my hips and smiled, trying to be pleasant. After all, he hadn’t tried anything funny. Maybe I needed to go easier on him.
“Someone has to clean up, don’t they?”
He slid out of his blazer and my cheeks flushed when his strong, muscular arms pulled at the fabric of his shirt, showing off just how toned he was underneath. He rolled his sleeves up his powerful forearms and I cleared my throat, turning away before he could see the blush on my cheeks.