Weston: A Billionaire's Game Novel (Billionaire's Game series Book 2) by Samantha Whiskey

Author:Samantha Whiskey [Whiskey, Samantha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-06-18T18:30:00+00:00

BRYNN

“That’s all I needed from you for now,” Amelia, my personal assistant, said after I’d signed off on a few projects needing approval. “Your meetings are all set for next week and the brand test campaign for the sportswear line is bringing back great numbers. The CEO sent this over…” She grabbed a very expensive looking box of chocolates from her over-the-shoulder bag and set it on my desk. “Along with a message that she can’t wait to hear final pitches when the deadline hits.”

I checked out the box before handing it back to her. “I’m really glad to hear it,” I said. “You can keep these.” She’d more than earned them and her paycheck the last couple of weeks, acting as a godsend to me after I hired her. She’d really taken a lot off my plate, and I was eternally grateful for her.

“Thanks,” she said with a giant smile on her face, slipping them back into her bag before pulling out her iPad and checking her list. “That’s all I have for you. Did you need me to set up dinner reservations with Mr. Rutherford tonight?”

My lips parted, an uncontrollable flush raking over my cheeks. “Why would I need you to do that?” I asked, practically sputtering. God, I was so not good at keeping secrets. I totally understood why we needed to but it was definitely not my best skill.

Amelia raised her brows at me, packing away her iPad. “Because you normally have dinner on Fridays with him?”

Right. Because we did that sort of thing all the time. As friends. As colleagues.

But Amelia wasn’t smiling at me like she thought we did it as those things. She was giving me a knowing—innocent but suggestive—look.

“I’m good,” I said. “Thank you for asking.”

“Perfect,” she said, shrugging. “I’m heading out then if you don’t need anything else.”

“Have a good night,” I said, watching her walk out of my office.

I blew out a breath, shaking my head. Who cared if my personal assistant had guessed at something going on between me and Weston? It wasn’t any of her business, and besides, she was an amazing assistant. She would keep my secrets and have my back, I knew it.

My phone buzzed on my desk, and I scooped it up.

Weston: Dinner at my house?

I smiled down at the text, quickly typing my response.

Me: Depends on what we’re having.

My heart raced as I waited for his response.

He sent back a picture of a beautiful feast of roasted chicken, fresh greens, smashed potatoes, and bread.

The air rushed out of my lungs, my shoulders dropping. It was a beautiful dinner, sure, but there was no tease back? No sexy banter?

Me: Be there in ten.

I hurried to my car after shutting everything down, my brow furrowed. He’d been so playful when we were out of town…now that we were back, was he going to switch to being strictly professional? Was this a dinner between friends or was this a dinner between a boss and his personal assistant? I hated not knowing, and the fact that he only responded with a picture of the food had me in knots.

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