Saved by the Boss (New York Billionaires, #2)

by Olivia Hayle

It has to be a good day for my vision, then, if I can make out these details. And I’m wasting it by looking at her.

“Much like a sixteenth-century French futon,” Anthony says, “Summer is one of a kind.”

awww

I know, I think. No sleepovers. You don’t have to remind me.

“I’m not drunk.” “Sure you’re not.” “I’m just… elevated by the juice of the grape.”

The true answer has no business being spoken aloud. That I’d picked them out myself, held the fabric up and pictured her form in them.

He closes the menu. “Read about the first beer, Summer.” “Read aloud?” “Yes. I enjoy your voice.”

Finding the one woman you want when you have nothing to give. If the universe has a sense of humor, I imagine it’s laughing at me now.

She finds a lot of things interesting. I find critiquing her findings interesting. It’s a solid combo.

“Just looking for more things I can help make happen,” I say. Before I have to leave you.

nooo anthony

“Do you have any plans this weekend?” “No, not really.” “Montauk,” he murmurs. “Montauk,” I whisper back.

GODD THEYRE SO FUCKING CUTEE

My heart feels full of love for more than just his house, but I don’t say it. Not yet. The knowledge settles like warm honey in my stomach.

“I’m thankful I saw you, at any rate,” he murmurs. “Before it all goes black.”

OUCH