A Billionaire for Christmas by Leslie North

Author:Leslie North [North, Leslie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-12-18T05:00:00+00:00

7

“Why are we stopping here?” Aileen asked as they stopped outside what looked like a renovated warehouse. They’d just left the Meridian Hotel and her nose still itched from the smell of gingerbread and the weight of disappointment settled heavy in her belly. Senator Lawrence had made his scheduled stop, but no matter what angle she’d tried, they’d been unable to get close. It was frustrating. She tossed the long blond ponytail of her wig over her shoulder and squinted at the shiny brass plaque set into the granite pillar beside them. “BrightStart Media? What’s that?”

“C’mon.” Heath opened the door and held it for her. “Let’s go inside for a minute.”

“Um, okay.” She followed him into the lobby, ignoring the curious stares of the employees bustling to and fro. They weren’t exactly dressed to visit a business. Besides her blond wig, Aileen had worn a rather dumpy pair of mom jeans and a garish Nordic pattern sweater with dancing elves and snowflakes in repeating rows of blue and white. It was all she could find in the trunk upstairs that even remotely fit her. Heath had worn another lumberjack-meets-GQ looking ensemble—faded jeans, oversized plaid work shirt, wool jacket and knit skull cap—and still managed to look distractingly hot. It wasn’t fair for a man to be that handsome and rich, yet so damned likeable too.

Christmas decorations covered nearly every visible surface in the interior and she realized that the people milling around weren’t working, they were having a holiday party. Bing Crosby’s dulcet tones drifted over the speaker system, reminiscing about a long ago snowy Christmas. The smell of hot hors d’oeuvres drifted through the air, and there must’ve been a karaoke machine set up somewhere because a decidedly off-key female voice was crooning along with Bing. Either that or someone was skinning a cat.

“Maybe we should go,” Aileen whispered. “Looks like this is a private affair.”

“It is, but we’re invited.” Heath gave her a smile and a wink. “Hungry?”

Aileen frowned. “What do you mean we’re invited?”

Her mind whirred through the information she knew about Heath and his wealthy family through her research for the paper. The Goldwins had made their initial fortune in oil and railroads, only to lose most of their money during the Great Depression. Heath’s father had remade a good portion of their wealth through smart investments, but Heath wanted to blaze his own trail. Aileen’s paper had featured him in their special Thirty under Thirty a few years back because of entrepreneurial spirit in starting his own tech company…

She stopped in her tracks and crossed her arms. “You own this company, don’t you?”

Heath glanced back at her over his shoulder. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Goldwin!” several people said to Heath as they passed by.

“And a Happy New Year to you as well,” Heath responded before focusing on Aileen again. “I just have a few last-minute things to finish up here before we go on holiday break.”

“Holiday break?” She worked for the media.

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