Millionaire Romance: In Love With My Personal Assistant - A Contemporary Romance (Millionaire Romance, Contemporary Romance, Comedy Romance Book 2) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Audrey Tolhouse
Tags: Romance, Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy, billionaire romance, millionaire romance
She blinked and stared with wide eyes back at James. He never complimented her like this before. Yes, they had always been close, but maybe it was really more of the professional type. Now, she wasn’t so sure.
“But let’s get back to business. Andrew is headed to Denver right now. He has a lunch meeting with the CEO and two of his advisors. Jerry’s focus has been limited to keeping the two new contract’s schedule as close to on time as possible. We might not need you to cover him just yet. Instead,” James paused and reached for a bottle of water sitting on the right side of his desk in the silence. He smiled at Jennifer and held up a finger before he unscrewed the top and tipped the bottle back into his mouth.
Jennifer watched him drink it. He guzzled it liberally, making Jennifer’s throat feel as though it might need some relief as well. She touched her throat and tried to clear it quietly. As James watched her, his eyes widened and he withdrew the bottle quickly.
“Are you thirsty? Where are my manners,” he stood and moved to the miniature bar built along the wall of his office. It sat to the left side and was always stocked with fresh juices for light mixed drinks, or heavy mixers to handle bad news.
“Now, if I remember correctly, you don’t do commercial grade coffee, but would you like some juice or water?” James called to her over his shoulder.
Jennifer’s eyebrows pinched at his words. Since when did he know what her preferences were? “Maybe some juice.”
“Orange juice?” James chuckled. “How about a mimosa?” Jennifer couldn’t help but grin. She eyed James carefully.
“What are you up to?” She asked him carefully, watching him as he turned to her with a genuine frown.
“What? What do you mean?”
“You,” she chuckled slightly and shook her head as she tried to form words. “You’re acting differently. You’re not normally like this. Is there something you’re not telling me?” James ran his eyes over her face thoughtfully. He stilled for a moment, and then suddenly shook his head.
“Not that I know of. It’s just been awhile since you and I have shared a loose drink. Why not today?”
“Sounds like we have a pretty big fire to put out,” Jennifer reminded him calmly.
James nodded, and lifted the bottle of water he had carried in his hand back to his mouth to finish off the rest of the contents. The skinny bottle was only half-full when he had initially reached for it. Now it was empty.
He dropped it into the wastebasket and crouched in front of the refrigerator. He pulled out a container of orange juice and half-empty bottle of Barefoot Bubbly and stood as he closed the door.
“I know it’s not the best champagne out there,” James remarked, “but you know I hate a fruity wine to go bad,” he reached for two glasses hanging along the glass rack of the bar and set them down on the marbled surface.
“Why don’t you come over here?” James asked, keeping his back to Jennifer. The bar consisted of a minifridge with a wine and glass rack to the right of the bar. To the left was a hanging counter with three stools to enjoy the drinks.
Standing, Jennifer held her hands in front of her and approached a stool to the left of the bar cautiously. It wasn’t that she hadn’t been asked to share a drink with James before. They had on many occasions. If all their time had been work and no play, the feelings she had grown to have for him might very well have been delusional.
What bothered her was that he had a knack and unusual ability to relax around her in a way she had never seen before, but still keep her at a distance. His walls were always up. Although his banter still seemed easy and loose, there was just something different about it. She felt like those invisible walls that had always been a silent reminder for her to keep her distance were gone. Like they had simply vanished over the weekend.
Jennifer didn’t want to lie to herself and say that
“But let’s get back to business. Andrew is headed to Denver right now. He has a lunch meeting with the CEO and two of his advisors. Jerry’s focus has been limited to keeping the two new contract’s schedule as close to on time as possible. We might not need you to cover him just yet. Instead,” James paused and reached for a bottle of water sitting on the right side of his desk in the silence. He smiled at Jennifer and held up a finger before he unscrewed the top and tipped the bottle back into his mouth.
Jennifer watched him drink it. He guzzled it liberally, making Jennifer’s throat feel as though it might need some relief as well. She touched her throat and tried to clear it quietly. As James watched her, his eyes widened and he withdrew the bottle quickly.
“Are you thirsty? Where are my manners,” he stood and moved to the miniature bar built along the wall of his office. It sat to the left side and was always stocked with fresh juices for light mixed drinks, or heavy mixers to handle bad news.
“Now, if I remember correctly, you don’t do commercial grade coffee, but would you like some juice or water?” James called to her over his shoulder.
Jennifer’s eyebrows pinched at his words. Since when did he know what her preferences were? “Maybe some juice.”
“Orange juice?” James chuckled. “How about a mimosa?” Jennifer couldn’t help but grin. She eyed James carefully.
“What are you up to?” She asked him carefully, watching him as he turned to her with a genuine frown.
“What? What do you mean?”
“You,” she chuckled slightly and shook her head as she tried to form words. “You’re acting differently. You’re not normally like this. Is there something you’re not telling me?” James ran his eyes over her face thoughtfully. He stilled for a moment, and then suddenly shook his head.
“Not that I know of. It’s just been awhile since you and I have shared a loose drink. Why not today?”
“Sounds like we have a pretty big fire to put out,” Jennifer reminded him calmly.
James nodded, and lifted the bottle of water he had carried in his hand back to his mouth to finish off the rest of the contents. The skinny bottle was only half-full when he had initially reached for it. Now it was empty.
He dropped it into the wastebasket and crouched in front of the refrigerator. He pulled out a container of orange juice and half-empty bottle of Barefoot Bubbly and stood as he closed the door.
“I know it’s not the best champagne out there,” James remarked, “but you know I hate a fruity wine to go bad,” he reached for two glasses hanging along the glass rack of the bar and set them down on the marbled surface.
“Why don’t you come over here?” James asked, keeping his back to Jennifer. The bar consisted of a minifridge with a wine and glass rack to the right of the bar. To the left was a hanging counter with three stools to enjoy the drinks.
Standing, Jennifer held her hands in front of her and approached a stool to the left of the bar cautiously. It wasn’t that she hadn’t been asked to share a drink with James before. They had on many occasions. If all their time had been work and no play, the feelings she had grown to have for him might very well have been delusional.
What bothered her was that he had a knack and unusual ability to relax around her in a way she had never seen before, but still keep her at a distance. His walls were always up. Although his banter still seemed easy and loose, there was just something different about it. She felt like those invisible walls that had always been a silent reminder for her to keep her distance were gone. Like they had simply vanished over the weekend.
Jennifer didn’t want to lie to herself and say that
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