Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
I blink, still unable to believe my ears.
“New York?” I whisper. “Manhattan?”
Dominic’s blue eyes twinkle.
“Yes, my penthouse is in Manhattan, and it’s an incredible island. Of course, it’s not growing the way Austin is, which is why I’ve chosen to base my business here. But New York is a beast unto its own, which makes it even more important that I have people I trust at my side. So what do you think? Will you come?”
“Next week?” I whisper.
A black brow arches as Dominic inclines his square jaw slightly.
“Yes. I realize it’s not very much notice, but again, I believe in you, Angela. I think you’ll be able to pull off the party at a moment’s notice, and that’s why I need you there.”
He needs me! the voice in my head breathes with joy. But then I cut short that sentiment. Dominic Masters needs you as a party-planner. As a housekeeper. As an employee. He doesn’t need you on a personal level, so it isn’t that kind of “need.”
Of course. How could I have thought otherwise? I bow my head and nod.
“Of course, I’d be happy to accompany you to New York, Mr. Masters. Just let me know when we’ll be leaving.”
“Immediately,” he speaks. “Tomorrow. Again, we’ll have about a week in the city for you to prepare, and then the drinks event will take place on Friday night.”
I flush, my mind already whirling. But I know I can get it done.
“Certainly,” I murmur. “Please, keep me updated. Is there anything else you require?”
The powerful billionaire stares at me, those blue eyes gleaming. But his expression is inscrutable, and he merely shakes his head.
“No, I’m good for now. I’ll let you know when the car is expected, and we’ll be in flight by tomorrow afternoon.”
“Certainly, sir,” I say before standing. “Thank you for the opportunity, and you won’t regret it.”
Dominic doesn’t reply. He merely nods again, those blue eyes watching me as I take my leave. I swear I can feel them glued to my rear end as I exit his office, but I know it must be my imagination because the billionaire would never look at me like that.
Then, I’m back in the hallway by myself, the silence ringing in my ears. Oh my god, what just happened? Am I traveling to the most exciting city in the world with the handsome Dominic Masters at my side? I know it’s just a work trip where I’m the help ... and yet I’m looking forward to spending time with my billionaire boss all the same.
4
Dominic
I haven’t seen much of Angie during our time in New York. She’s been nothing but one hundred percent appropriate and unfailingly polite at every turn. When the car pulled up in front of the mansion to pick us up, her cheeks flushed a bit because I tend to travel in style. The Rolls Royce was a little over the top, but the service had no other cars available, and so this one was booked.
But the young woman is decidedly independent. When the trunk popped, Angie immediately hoisted her bag herself, getting ready to put it in the compartment. I stepped in, gently taking the suitcase from her.
“Here, let me,” I said in a deep voice, my huge form towering over her own. “A petite woman shouldn’t be throwing heavy bags around like they’re bowling balls.”
That’s when the chauffeur interrupted us both, seizing the handle to Angie’s carry-on.
“This is my job, ma’am,” he said with a friendly smile. “Sir? Is this all? Any other luggage”
I handed over the handle to my small roller board and chuckled.
“No, because I keep doubles of everything in my New York apartment, so there’s no need to bring anything when the identical item is waiting for me on the opposite coast. This is it.”
“Perfect,” the driver said, not at all surprised at my statement. “We’ll be at the airport within an hour.”
Then, we settled into the back of the Rolls Royce and I shot a sideways look at Angie. The young woman was composed, despite a flush of color on her cheeks. Her blonde hair was pulled into a neat bun at the nape of her neck, with just one small wisp escaping from her temple. I wanted to smooth down the errant strand before pressing my lips to that sensitive spot behind her ear and hearing her gasp. I wanted to gently trail my lips over the hint of clavicle I could see beneath her loose blouse, before pulling her into my lap for a deep, all-consuming kiss. After all, Angela White is just my type, but I haven’t acted on my desires, which is astonishing. Usually, a woman will be in and out of my bed within twenty-four hours, with the emphasis on out. Relationships aren’t my thing, and I’ve yet to meet a female who can keep my attention once we’ve consummated our attraction.