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embarrassed by his advances.  I wasn’t a model. Men like him don’t chase girls like me.
    When I looked across to the window of the office, all of my coworkers were trying to peer in the small gaps in the curtain.  
    I realized at that moment that I had a hopeless crush on Bradley.  
    The last time I felt this way was back in high school when Justin Atkins took me to the prom. I started to play scenes over in my mind, rehearsing what I would say if he asked me out on a date.  
    I couldn’t imagine dating a billionaire.  
    He was so far out of my league. I tried to dream up all of the opportunities that might open up to me, all of the places we might go together, and all of the things that he would buy me.  I imagined a huge wedding with this amazing and elegant wedding dress that would be tailored especially for me. We would throw the biggest party and invite all the wealthiest and most famous people.  
    But his next question jolted me back down to earth.
    “I am having a dinner party Saturday evening.  I need you to make dessert for, and serve, my guests. You will be well paid for the trouble. Your boss is catering the party, but I told him I wanted to ask for your services myself.”  
    He smiled at me and waited for a response.  
    Boy did that come out of nowhere.  
    I was a bit surprised at the odd request, to say the least. I wasn’t even a waitress but he wanted me to serve his guests? Wow. That’s out there.
    I couldn’t give him an answer at first.  
    I mean, I needed the money.  I definitely needed the money.
    But it felt awkward.  
    It wasn’t every day that an ordinary girl was hired to work under a billionaire’s roof, serving his company.  I imagined all those snobby people looking down their noses at me in my waitress outfit as I brought food out to the dining table.  
    That was the kind of job that would make you really realize how much your dull life sucked.  
    “Could you please give me some time to think about it?”
    “Sure,” he said. “Give me your response when you decide.  You know where to find me.”  
    With that, he laid his business card on the table. He put on his black hat and his overcoat, and left the restaurant with his driver and expensive limousine.   
    “Oh my!” Brianna squealed as I walked into the kitchen.  “Did he ask you out on a date, Jasmine?”
    “Hardly… It isn’t what you think, Brianna.”  
    I was sure that it was a good job opportunity.  Working for a billionaire seemed to be a dream for everyone in the building except me.  
    At first, I had wondered whether Bradley was truly flirting with me and trying to ask me out, but by his last request, I had obviously read the signs all wrong.  I really was a foolish girl in a fantasy world.  
    Of course Bradley didn’t like me that way.  
    How could he? I wasn’t wearing a bikini, and I wasn’t a six-foot-tall blonde.
    I wasn’t sure if that made him a douche, or made me one.  
    I thought about throwing his business card out with the leftovers from the night, but then I reconsidered and tucked it safely in my pocket.  
    Maybe I could think about it…
     
     

Chapter 8

 
     
     
     
    The rain was pouring as I was driving home that night. A couple of drops were blowing through the gap in the driver’s side window.
    I really have to get that fixed.
    Then the car started pulling to the left.
    Oh no.
    Then the left side of the car started bumping up and down as I drove.
    Damn.
    My car got a flat tire right in the middle of the busy L.A. traffic.  
    Because I didn’t know how to change a tire and couldn’t flag down anyone that was willing to help, I tried to call Jim.  
    He said he was busy getting his cat groomed.  
    Great.  Thanks, Mr. Reliable.
    As I was on the cell phone, a car came through and splashed a puddle of mud onto my new skirt.  Even better.  I had forgotten my umbrella, so I guessed maybe the bright side was that the rain would maybe wash the mud off by