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

by Olivia Hayle

It’s a Friday afternoon. Is she getting ready for her own date with the delivery guy? Despite my own words in her office, of course he’s not good enough for her. Not with her optimism and humor. Not with the rosy-colored way she sees the world. Nobody could be.

“I’m not surprised, you know.” “That I sing?” “You seem like the type.” Golden, glorious, smiling. She should be a cartoon princess, walking through the forest with woodland creatures trailing behind. Hell, I feel like one, sitting here in her apartment for no apparent reason for the second time in a week.

This is when I should leave. I know it in my bones, but my body is glued to the couch. Perhaps she’s a siren. Capturing men, soul after soul.

“Yes, because I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this. I might be awful at it.” “If you’ve never tried before, you probably will be,” he says. “All beginners are.”

Anthony doesn’t kiss me like it’s our first time. He kisses me like he already knows how I taste and is addicted to it. Like I might disappear at any moment. It takes my breath away.