The Boss Vol. 3: a Hot Billionaire Romance by Quinn Cari & Elliott Taryn

Author:Quinn, Cari & Elliott, Taryn [Quinn, Cari]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rainbow Rage Publishing
Published: 2015-12-10T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Getting a three-foot glass and copper sculpture into my little car required a lot of bubble wrap, blankets, and muscle.

The ride out to my grandmother’s house, time to change and clean up—holy hurricane hair—as well as loading my precious cargo for movement took a lot more time than I’d thought. By the time I got back to the gallery, I had twenty-five minutes to get her set up.

Phil was fluttering again. Her mouth was flapping as much as her arms now. While I’d been gone, she’d rearranged one of the rooms completely.

I rolled my eyes and hoped Linda would remember to update the gallery program. Doing the commissions would be a bitch otherwise.

I grabbed a hand truck and went back to my car, snagging one of the half dozen interns on my way out the door. The two of us got it out of my car without mishap and into the Cove Room.

Phil rushed in as we were tearing off the bubble wrap. She pushed the intern away. “Go help Linda.”

“Yes, Mrs. Stanwick.” The girl gave me a finger-wave and bolted.

“Thanks,” I called after her.

“No problem,” she said over her shoulder.

“Oh, Grace. When you said different, you weren’t kidding. This is gorgeous.”

“Yeah?” I wrapped one arm around my middle again, the other resting on my forearm so I could nibble on my thumb. We were well beyond butterflies in my belly at this point. I was pretty sure I was going to fly apart.

Phil slapped my hand away from my mouth. “Stop that. Yes. It’s stupendous.” She glanced down at my bright indigo dress. “You look better in color.”

“You like us in black.”

“Well, now you’re an artist, so I’m glad you went with color.”

I clasped my hands together or I was going to gnaw what was left of my thumbnail off. “I’m still working the show.”

“Of course you are,” she said absently. She walked around the column of marble. “You did this alone?”

I bristled. “I’d have given credit otherwise.”

“Relax.” She held a hand up. “It’s just really different from your usual work.”

I stared at the angel with her outspread wings. Instead of being in a pious stance as most were, she was suspended from a spire of copper with thin wires, and in a falling position. Her body was a mosaic of different glass from smoky to clear, but her wings were panels of the same smoke-tinged gold. Such unusual glass.

I’d had it forever, but never had the right project to use it.

Until now.

Each of the panels was framed in copper. It gave the piece a fragile nature, even though it was one of the most intricate and sturdy pieces I’d ever done.

And it was my hail Mary play at this point. I was out of materials, out of money, out of options. This was my only chance to start over.

Phil stood next to me. “We’re going to end up with a bidding war.”

“You think?”

“I know.” She patted my arm. “It’s a good thing you got fired. You’re going to be busy.

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