Fighting For My Billionaire Boss - Plot & Excerpts
A small round table is set in front of Brick’s big wooden desk. Two delicate chairs are tucked under it. A white tablecloth covers the surface. His teacup and saucers are a manly plain white. Mine are decorated with beautiful pink carnations. The silverware shines. There’s a tiered tray, one layer holding scones, another holding the prettiest little petits fours I’ve ever seen. It’s perfect. Almost. “Don’t look.” I slide a cloth napkin fan a smidgeon to the left. “I’m not looking.” Brick scowls down at his screen. I step back, studying the table one more time. This is the perfect venue to watch Gretchen’s appearance on a late night talk show. She’s a Best Actress Oscar nominee for the small budget movie Brick and I inadvertently helped her publicize. We can drink and eat while she talks. “Okay.
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