The Wedding Rescue, Book Two (An Alpha Billionaire Club BBW Romance) Read Online Free

budget, unless I decided not to eat for a month. I slipped them on, fastening the buckles hidden beneath the ribbons. They were so cute. I was in love with these shoes. With the whole outfit, actually. I suspected I’d love the rest of what he’d bought me just as much. Resolving to push away my concerns and have some fun, I let Dylan take my hand and lead me from the room.

4
Leigha
    D ylan brought me to Veranda at the Four Seasons, where we ate outside by the pool at a secluded table for two. Once we were seated, he explained,
    “We’ll have more privacy here than at the Delecta. And I wanted to see you in that dress out in the sunshine.”
    “I’ve always wanted to eat here,” I said, taking in the elegant surroundings, quiet on a Friday morning.
    “Why haven’t you?”
    “I keep meaning to, but I get busy with work and things that have to get done and I don’t end up getting out much.”
    It was sadly true. I’d taken the job in Vegas after college mostly because Haywood and Cross was a great company. Partly, too, because I’d thought being in Vegas might give me an opportunity to have some fun. Instead, I ended up living the same life I’d always lived if you substituted going to work for studying and classes. There was so much to explore in this city and I was an expert on my neighborhood yoga studio and grocery store. When this weekend was over, I wasn’t going to crawl back into my shell. I was going to try to experience life a little more, even if it wasn’t on the same level as hanging out with a sexy billionaire.
    Picking up the menu, I tried to figure out what to get. I wanted something decadent, but I thought I should order the fruit plate, or the Quinoa Muesli Cereal. That felt like a waste in a place like this. Dylan took over, asking, “Do you mind if I order for you? Is there anything you won’t eat?”
    “No, you can order.” I put the menu down, relieved. Dylan seemed to like me as I was, but I still felt weird about ordering a fattening breakfast in front of him. It was stupid. I knew that. I was an adult woman and I should be able to eat waffles or a Danish if I wanted one. I’m not sure if the leftovers of childhood ever go away. Too many years of my sisters critiquing every bite I put in my mouth still left me weird about eating in public. I needed to get over it.
    The waiter returned and my mouth watered as Dylan ordered the Limón ricotta pancakes for himself and the tiramisu French toast for me. It was exactly what I would have ordered for myself if I’d had the courage. When the waiter left, I picked up my coffee and said, “So, the clothes? Did you go shopping in the middle of the night? Or do you keep special fairies on staff who do your bidding at all hours?”
    “The second, in a way. Not a fairy, my assistant, Melissa.”
    “The one I met at your office last night? I thought her name was Cheryl.”
    “It is. Cheryl handles my office. Melissa takes care of personal things.”
    “Personal things? Like what? Does she pick your dates up for you?” I was half-kidding and half sure he was going to say ‘Yes’.
    “Not usually. Though she has made an airport pick-up or two for me.”
    “You fly your dates in? Like a lingerie model with a shoot in Bali coming to Vegas just so you can take her out to dinner?”
    This time I really was kidding. I swallowed my amusement when Dylan took a slow sip of coffee, his eyes steady on my face, but said nothing. Of course he flew in models to date. Women around the globe were probably begging for the chance to go out with him. Again, I wondered what he was doing with me. Finally, he said, “I don’t want to talk about any other women right now.”
    “Fair enough,” I said. I didn’t want to talk about his other women either, especially after my embarrassing fit earlier. “So what else does Melissa do?”
    “She coordinates my life. The past twenty-four hours aside, I spend most of my time working. I don’t have time to go