Think Outside the Boss (New York Billionaires, #1)

by Olivia Hayle

If this is junk mail, it’s gotten very classy.

run my hand through his thick head of curls again. He’ll never get me to stop doing that, not even when he’s as tall as me. His mother had those exact curls.

His gaze travels from me to Luke, standing closer than he should. There’s none of the professional civility of the last couple of days. Despite the distance, I can read his face perfectly. He’s burning, he’s angry, and he’s not as indifferent as he pretends. My hand trembles as I put my wineglass down. Tristan turns, parting the mingling crowd like the Red Sea as he strides toward the elevators. I force my gaze away. “I’ll be right back,” I tell Luke and Toby. If they reply, I don’t catch it, hurrying through the packed crowd. Like a moth drawn to a flame, I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t resist.

“Because you’re the one with a career to build, a social life to establish. I wouldn’t be giving anything up, Freddie, but you… you might be. Only seeing me in the evenings every now and then. Not dating anyone else. Because that would have to be part of it.” “Of course,” I murmur, voice dry. His words sink in, but there’s no hesitation in me. No fears. “But I’d be gaining you, Tristan. Even if it’s only behind closed doors.” He’s quiet for a beat, the silence heavy on the line between us. “You’re sure, Freddie?” “Yes.” “All right,” he says, and now there’s a smile in his voice. “I can’t offer you champagne and candlelit dinners in restaurants around New York yet, but I can offer you home-cooked meals and companionship. Not cooked by me, really, and companionship includes my son. You’re welcome to dinner tomorrow evening if you want to.”