The Billionaire's Heart (The Silver Cross Club Book 4) by Bec Linder

Author:Bec Linder [Linder, Bec]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-11-04T00:00:00+00:00

SIXTEEN

Sadie

I went to my favorite spinning class on Sunday afternoon. Afterward, when the guy who always smiled at me flashed his pearly whites, I smiled back.

It was just a smile, but it gave me a little thrill to be so forward. I had never paid much attention to him before—never let myself pay attention—but he was a good-looking guy, all dark curly hair and brown skin, and he had been devotedly trying to flirt with me for at least six months. It felt good to be interested.

He started making his way across the room toward me, and I wiped my sweaty face on my towel, hoping I looked at least somewhat presentable. Then I decided it was stupid to worry. He’d been looking at my sweaty clothes and wild, sweaty hair for months now, and it hadn’t scared him off. If you weren’t a disgusting mess after spinning, you weren’t doing it right.

Then he was there, standing beside my bike, looking at me with one eyebrow raised, smiling. “I thought you would never give me the time of day.”

I laughed, embarrassed and happy, and wiped my face again. “I guess I didn’t miss my window, though,” I said.

“For you,” he said, “the window never closes.” He extended his hand, and we shook. He had a firm grip, and his palm was just as sweaty as mine. “I’m Tavares.”

“Sadie,” I said. He hadn’t let go of my hand.

“Sadie,” he said, rolling my name around in his mouth. “Look, I’m going to be straight with you. I want to take you out. Let’s go get something to eat.”

“Right now?” I asked, laughing, a little overwhelmed.

“Right now,” he agreed. “Spinning makes me hungry enough to eat an entire cow. There’s a good burger place down the block. What do you think?”

I hesitated. I was thinking of Elliott, of his hand on my face, of his other hand touching my hip. I shoved those thoughts down deep, tamped them down where they couldn’t bother me. Tavares was attractive, interested in me, and not my boss. Okay: game on. “I think a burger sounds really good right now.”

We bundled into our coats and went down the street to the burger place. It was 5:00, too early for dinner in New York, and we were able to claim two prime seats at a long counter by the window, looking out on the pedestrians bustling around in the lowering dark.

Tavares talked more than he ate. I knew his entire life story within about fifteen minutes. He was a marketing director at an ad agency in Dumbo, volunteered at a nearby community center, and called his mother every weekend. He was funny, engaging, and easy to talk to. We got into a heated debate about the relative merits of PhotoShop versus Lightroom.

It was like Jesus had sent him to earth to be the perfect boyfriend for me. Okay, Lord: I could take a hint.

But I felt like I was hanging out with my brother.

I tried to feel a spark.

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