The Billionaire and I (Part Two) by Ava Claire

Author:Ava Claire [Claire, Ava]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ava Claire
Published: 2015-09-16T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

The first time I squared off with Rachel Laraby after her return, I was in a pantsuit. This time, I was wearing sweats.

While I did hear the Rocky themed music in my head as the cab drew closer to her high-rise apartment, I passed on the egg yolks and slabs of meat.

My coffee cup was drained and I fisted my cell phone, waiting for a last minute cancellation from her assistant. I wouldn't even put a 'Jk!' text past Rachel. But no notification dinged and I knew we were mere seconds from the Lofts at 1501, Rachel's home away from home in the city, when she wasn't partying it up at one of the five star hotels in Union Square.

I paid the fare and stepped out of the cab, raising my chin and straightening my spine like I wasn't intimidated. As long as she doesn't know you're intimidated, you're good.

The lobby looked just like every other expensive apartment building downtown. Marble floors, surrealistic glass sculptures, paintings framed in ornate frames to remind you that this building was a very pricy work of art first, and a home second.

A group of twenty something's in last night's clothes were draped in the seating area to the right, shades on, phones in hand. The security guard eyes them warily from behind his desk on the left. Beneath a sign that read 'Lofts at 1501' a blonde haired woman chewed gum, eyes on her computer screen. With the steady flow of traffic, I was sure I could get through to the elevators that stretched down the corridor behind the reception desk, but I had a feeling I'd need some sort of residents only code or key to get upstairs.

Of course it would have been too much for Rachel to come down and meet me. I scrolled to her number in my phone book and brought it to my ear just as a voice sounded off behind me.

"Oh my gosh—you must be Leila."

From the high pitched, airy tone I expected to whip around and see some socialite type with perfect hair, perfect clothes, and a perfectly fake smile on her face. I pivoted toward the stranger and instead, saw the most alternative looking girl I'd ever seen. From her eyebrow to her chin, just about everything that was pierceable on her face was pierced. I didn't know if it was because of her facial structure or the brightest green eyes I'd ever seen, but she was breathtakingly beautiful. It was a stunning contrast of pixie like, delicate features with metal hooks and jeweled studs. Her head was shaved, a dusting of white blonde peach fuzz contrasting with ebony colored eyebrows. Her arms and chest were colored with brilliant, technicolor tattoos. She was clad in a black crop top and overalls, but she projected a confidence that told me she could be in a paper bag and tomorrow, everyone would be rocking paper bags.

Just when I was considering chopping off all my hair and finding

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