New York Billionaires Series

“Good. It’s a mouthful.”

“We won’t tell them, will we? Where I work?”

“Not if you don’t want to,” I say, raising myself up on an elbow. I run a finger around her nipple. “But in full disclosure, not a single one of them would mind. They shouldn’t, at any rate. The others all met their partners at work, too.”

“They did?”

“Yeah. Outrageous, really.”

“You’re all walking HR violations.”

I grin at her. “Yes. But one’s just married, one’s engaged, and the third are renewing their vows soon.”

“I’ll come to the dinner,” Audrey says, her fingers sliding into my hair. “And I’ll tell them all I met my boyfriend at a bar.”

“While on a date with someone else,” I say, clucking my tongue. “This man of yours must be quite special.”

Her eyes glow with happiness. “He definitely is.”

Carter is sitting on my bed. He didn’t need to come up, but he’d insisted, and now he’s being decidedly unhelpful while I search for an appropriate outfit.

“You look beautiful,” he says.

“You said that about the last dress.”

“The clothes change, but the woman stays the same,” he says with a grin. “And she’s the one I’m complimenting.”

I roll my eyes, but I’m smiling too. It’s impossible to be in a bad mood when he’s around. “Not helpful, but thank you.”

“I’ve liked every outfit.”

I turn back to my closet. Everything’s either practical or office wear, down to my sensible black pumps. “You’re in a suit,” I say. “What about the others? Will it be fancy?”NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

I don’t have to see him to know he’s shrugging. He looks comfortable in a suit with no tie, gray Italian fabric and a white shirt beneath. I wish I’d had an option as easy.

“Go with the prom dress,” he says. “The one you wore to the ball.”

I pull it out of the closet. It’s too long, for one, but the memory makes me smile. “I still can’t believe I spoke to Dean Allen.”

“It was a great night.”

“You drove me home,” I say, running my hand over the fabric.

“So I did,” he says. “You were still on the fence about me then.”

“I wasn’t on the fence.”

“But you didn’t trust me fully.”

I smile at him. “No, perhaps not. But it never stopped me from enjoying your company.”

He joins me by my closet. True to his word, he hasn’t said a word about the lock still uninstalled next to my door, or the little bowl of rat poison in the hallway outside. He hasn’t even commented on the relentless EDM music my student neighbor is blasting across the hall.

He puts a hand on my bare waist and kisses my temple. “Yours was the best date-crashing I’ve ever done,” he says softly. “You’ll look good in anything, but I liked the red.”

“Oh.” I reach for the blouse, the fabric silky against my skin. I’ll wear it with a skirt and nice shoes. “Good choice.”

“Don’t worry about meeting my business partners or their girlfriends,” he says.

I kiss him on the cheek, but my nerves don’t disappear. How could they? These are people who buy and transform-or bankrupt-entire companies. It’s exhilarating and absolutely frightening.

We leave my apartment and Carter gives my door one last irritated glance when he thinks I can’t see him. I hide my smile. His concern over my apartment is sweet, but it’s a great place for my budget, and Pierce is a hands-off landlord.

The car smells of the same leather as always, and I say hello to Michael the driver. I’ve learned that Carter employs a service, and two drivers alternate. Michael and Tom.

We really live in different worlds.

“I read your article today,” Carter says.

“You did? I only sent it to you around lunch.”

“I made time.”

“It’s pretty long,” I say apologetically. “I think Booker might cut at least half if she decides to run it.”

Carter surprises me by shaking his head. His eyes are serious on mine. “It’s a great piece. You connect it to construction in the city, faulty policies protecting tenants, and a business practice that’s legally gray at best. It’s local, investigative journalism.”

I release the breath I’d been holding. “You’re not just saying that because I’m sleeping with you?”

He laughs, surprised and delighted, and reaches for my hand. “No. Although it helped ensure I made time to read it, I’ll admit. But no. I made some notes and will send it back to you, but they’re marginal. You overuse the word ‘therefore’ a bit.”

I groan. “I cut out three therefores already.”

“Well, there are about eight too many left.” He squeezes my hand. “Pitch it to Booker. I have no doubt she’ll run it.”

“God, I hope so. She’s terrifying in the best of ways. I’m so glad to be working for her.”

Carter’s smile is genuine. Like he understands. “I had a mentor like that once. And when I’d finally spent years building up my fortune, my knowledge and my own investment company, he invited me to join him and his partners. I’ve learned a lot from him.”

“Really? Who was he?”

“Tristan Conway,” he says. “Our host for tonight.”

We arrive at the beautiful Upper West Side building with little to no time to spare. The traffic had been heavy, and with every slow-moving jam, nerves ratcheted up in my stomach.

Carter says thanks to Michael and gives me his hand. The building’s lobby is all marble and doormen and a smartly dressed receptionist, like we’re here to check into a hotel.

“Through here,” Carter says softly at my side. “And remember, they’re-“