Oui_A BWWM Romance by Brooklyn Knight

Author:Brooklyn Knight [Knight, Brooklyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: multicultural romance, Interracial romance, bwwm, Billionaire Romance
Publisher: Brooklyn Knight
Published: 2018-09-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Laila

‘2 A.M.’

I was sitting on the white, premium leather seat of the Hamilton Associates private jet, fake-reading a business magazine and fake-reviewing the bios of the businessmen to whom I would be presenting. I was trying to avoid bumping into Dylan, so I’d been the first to board. Everyone else entered the aircraft in single file. Mr. Carter, another executive, and three secretaries strolled in, pulling carry-ons and jesting amongst them.

I had never been on a private aircraft. Every time Papa and I had traveled to France, it had been commercial. The Boeing Business jet was luxurious with couches, a dining area, and a kitchen. The cream and gold color scheme flushed under the soft recessed lighting and the prestigious HA emblem was perforated on the walls of the cabin.

I had opted to select a seat in the front of the jet, near the 70-inch flat screen television.

“Welcome to Air Force One,” Mr. Carter whispered as he passed.

His secretary laughed, and her blonde hair shook as she smiled at me. “Put your feet up now, Laila,” she suggested. “Do you see that meeting table over there?” She pointed in the direction of the business center. “You can bet your boots that Mr. Hamilton is gonna have us working like we’re back in the office before we’re even a quarter of the way through this trip.”

“He wouldn’t be so callous,” I joked.

“I’m sure you know him by now, Laila,” she said lowering her gaze. “You’ve been on the team for long enough.”

She continued to her seat after squeezing my shoulder and I smiled, but it soon faded. Did I know Dylan Hamilton? Just thinking about how well I knew him caused me to cross my legs at the knee.

Everyone was on board except Dylan. Carter had taken a seat on the couch, pulled out his laptop, and was dictating instructions to his secretary. Mr. Bullman, the other executive, sat two rows behind me with his eyes closed. Dylan’s secretary had assumed her position at the very front of the aircraft behind an expensive royal blue curtain. It was clear that the seat next to her was reserved for him.

I was relieved at the thought.

I moistened my index finger and flipped through the pages of the report I was fake-reading. There would be five French executives and my task was to present the paper that Ryder and I had completed, discussing the five Ws and the H concept. At the CEO’s request, the presentation was to be done in French. I scanned the notes and scribbled down things that stood out to me. I pulled the cap off my highlighter and made another notation, reaching for the glass of wine which had been given to me by one of the attendants as soon as I’d boarded.

Then I heard him.

I looked up and my core vibrated.

“Good afternoon, team.” Dylan parted through the royal blue curtain looking irresistible in designer, slim-fit khakis and a powder blue cashmere pullover. His strong pectorals pressed against

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