The Billionaire and I (Part Three) by Ava Claire

Author:Ava Claire [Claire, Ava]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ava Claire
Published: 2015-09-23T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

I couldn't stop singing.

Every love song I'd ever heard played on non stop rotation in my head. Leila Whitmore, front and center, crooning into the microphone about happily ever after, thick and thin, and babies. I was kind enough to not subject anyone but me to my awful voice, since Jacob headed to the office and practically threatened to hire a security guard to keep me from sneaking to work. He sealed the deal by having my favorite breakfast cafe deliver stuffed French toast, fruit salad, and homemade sausage. When the crew member told me it was sugar free my face fell, until I scooped the first bite in my mouth. I'd polished off the French toast, but I grabbed the bowl of fruit salad in one hand and scooped my laptop in the other. I agreed to take it easy for a few days, but there was no way I wasn't going to work from home.

I got halfway to the couch before I heard the buzz echoing from the entryway. Someone was requesting access to the apartment. I frowned, unloading the bowl on the lap tray and perching the laptop on the couch. Jacob had been joking about the security guard, right? I swear if I see some burly dude in a suit and black shades, we're headed to Whitmore and Creighton so I can give him a piece of my mind...

I made my way back to the door, aimed toward the security console. I pressed the camera button and the screen switched to the live feed of the garage. I could only make out the top of the visitor's head, but I recognized her stature and the flaxen blonde strands immediately.

Jessa.

Her eyes perked to the camera and she held up a bouquet of multicolored flowers like an offering. Even though there was no audio, I heard her softly apologizing for disturbing me.

I buzzed her in, waiting by the elevator with a smile on my face. I’d sent out an email to the team letting them know I was taking a few days off for health reasons, but would be reachable by phone and email. I'd gotten back a flurry of 'feel better soon', standard replies as I'm sure they all quickly adapted and got back to their day.

When the elevator doors opened, Jessa timidly waited for further instructions, bouquet tucked across her body like a beauty queen.”

"Jessa!” I beamed. “What-"

"I know it's probably really unprofessional to just show up at your home, but it's just...you're the only real friend I have at Whitmore and Creighton and I know flowers make me feel better when I'm sick. Well, chicken noodle soup too, but I'm kind of dangerous in the kitchen. So I thought flowers would be a safer bet." She finally took a breath and thrust the flowers in my direction. She was still in the elevator and the doors were about to shut.

"Jessa, you can come in," I chuckled, beckoning her inside before the doors decapitated the flowers.

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