The Billionaire Glitch Date by Elle James

Author:Elle James [James, Elle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Twisted Page Inc

Chapter 9

Ariana dressed for bed and had just laid down when she sat straight up again.

“Damn.”

Dillon didn’t know where her studio was.

Then she remembered she had his phone number because he’d texted her, and she’d responded. She reached for her phone on the table beside her. Looking for the text, she assigned his name and saved him as a contact.

Dillon Jacobs. She even liked the sound of his name. She closed her eyes and said it out loud, picturing the shadowy outline of the stranger in the BODS office before she’d seen his face. His voice had been what had drawn her to him. That deep, resonant tone that curled her toes.

Suddenly, she wanted to hear it again. She had the perfect excuse. He needed the address of her studio. As she lay in her bed, with the lights off and nothing but the glow of her phone screen to illuminate the room, her hand hovered over his phone number.

“Oh, just do it,” she murmured, and pressed the call button.

Her phone rang immediately. She realized her call was going out as another was coming in. The contact name on the incoming call read “Dillon Jacobs.”

Her hand shook so hard she dropped her cellphone.

Ariana snatched up the phone and hit the button to receive the call. Smoothing her hair, she inhaled deeply and let the air out quickly. “Hello,” she squeaked.

“Ariana?” That deep, sexy tone flowed through the phone and into every pore of her skin.

“Dillon,” she said on a sigh and sank back on her pillow.

“I forgot to get the address of your studio.”

“Oh,” she said and sat up again. “Right. I was just about to call with that information.” She gave him the address.

“Nine o’clock,” he stated. “I’ll be there.”

Feeling like he was about to hang up, Ariana gripped the phone tighter. “Dillon?”

“Yes?”

“Uh…how’s your head?” she asked.

“It’s fine. I put an icepack on the lump, and it’s gone down considerably.”

“I’m glad.” She lay back on the pillow again. “I guess you’re going to sleep now?”

“I don’t usually go to sleep this early,” he said.

“Me either. I was thinking about reading a book or watching a show. I’m just not motivated to do either.”

“I’m the same,” he said. “I could go through the plans and emails related to the project I’m working, but when I gave the men the weekend off, I mentally checked out as well.”

“What do you like to watch on television?” she asked.

“I’m pretty boring. I like watching anything to do with history or science. I’ll watch some of the police procedural programs, too.”

“I have a secret love of the British cooking shows,” Ariana said.

“Do you like to cook?” he asked, his voice making her skin tingle with awareness.

“Sometimes. I’m not that good at making dinner, but I love to bake.”

“What’s your favorite, cakes or pies?”

“Pies. And fruit pies at that. None of those cream pies.”

“That’s too bad,” he said.

“Why?” she asked, afraid she’d pointed out yet another difference between them and another reason BODS had gotten their match so completely wrong.

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