Break Free (Smart Girl Mafia Book 1) by Amiee Smith

Author:Amiee Smith [Smith, Amiee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: AMY Publishing
Published: 2018-03-20T04:00:00+00:00

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“Michael, you’ll get a kick out of this,” I say, handing him my phone.

We’re gathered in the living room for an after-dinner Port from Nick’s wine collection and eating the pie Alex brought. (Michael and I don’t eat pie.) Jen is telling a story about how she and Jon evaded the paparazzi the last time she visited her Malibu vacation home.

“Who is this?” Michael asks.

He’s sitting adjacent to me on the sofa, so we can have a conversation without interrupting Jen’s monologue.

“Lilly. My tenant. She sent me a selfie with the donuts and flowers,” I explain.

In the pic, Lilly is holding a large white box of multi-colored donuts with a mountain of multi-colored roses in silver vases covering her dining room table and the floor.

“Is this her entry way?” he asks.

“Maybe in your world. It’s where she eats,” I say, a little dis behind my words.

“G-d, I’m an asshole. I’ll send someone over to remove them in the morning,” he says, his embarrassment evident.

“I tried to send my handyman over. Lilly said the donuts are too delicious and the flowers are too beautiful to discard. She’s super busy researching her dissertation and working at Genentech so I think it brightened her day,” I say genuinely.

Michael clearly feels bad about the situation. Even if he caused me a lot of distress earlier today, I don’t want him to suffer. In his godly world where money is overflowing, he was just trying to... impress me.

“She’s your friend more than your tenant?” Michael asks, studying the pic.

“No. She was already living there when I bought the property. We don’t interact much, but she takes care of her place and pays her rent early so I’m very thankful for her. I probably owe her a meal after today,” I say.

“Please have it on me. I’m co-owner of Plain Jane in the Mission District. Give them my name when you arrive, and your meal will be comped,” he says.

“That’s kind, Michael. Thank you.”

“It’s the least I can do.”

And just like that, Michael Ahmed goes from creepy, stalker, rich dude to nice (still rich) man. He’s very handsome, but not as statuesque as my superstar.

In the back of my mind, I wonder what it would be like if I wasn’t in a relationship with Nick. Would I be into him? I have a way of blitzing dudes’ sensory systems when I flirt. Is that any different than what Michael did today? But I don’t want to be in a relationship with any of those guys, I remind myself.

Michael types something into my phone before handing it back to me. The Notes app is open.

Monday, 9:03 PM:

If Team Jacob doesn’t work out, I hope I will be your first call. 310-574-1818.

-Michael Ahmed #TeamEdward #ImFunToo [red heart emoji]

PS: There is no elephant.

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