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

shopping, make dentist appointments, or get my car serviced. I have to throw a number of parties and other social events that are mostly work and I don’t have the time, or the inclination, to handle those either. Melissa takes care of everything I can’t. Or don’t want to.”
    “Okay, that actually makes sense. So when did she go buy all this? We only met last night. How did she know what to get?”
    “I texted her to take a look at what you had, and if she thought I’d agree, she should open the boutiques downstairs and get you set up.”
    “So she didn’t like my clothes?” I asked, not sure how to feel about a stranger going through my things and deciding they needed to be replaced. I wasn’t a fashionista, but I thought I did alright on my junior accountant’s salary. Dylan shrugged.
    “Maybe. But Melissa likes clothes. She may have thought yours were fine, but taken the excuse to buy you new things anyway.” That made me feel somewhat better. If I had the budget to buy clothes like this, I’d jump on it, even if they weren’t for me.
    “So you made her work late? What if she had other plans?” I knew I was being nosy, but the whole concept of him having a person who would jump to do anything he asked was fascinating to me.
    “I pay Melissa extremely well to never have other plans when I need her for something. She’s on call twenty-four-seven and she makes enough money that she doesn’t mind her hours. Plus, she likes me.” He gave me a satisfied grin, teasing me.
    “Yeah, I bet she does,” I said, smiling back.
    “She’s happily married to a lawyer who works long hours, no kids, which is part of why she doesn’t mind me calling her in at odd times. She’s one of those people who needs to be busy.”
    “Hmm,” I said, unable to relate. I suspected Dylan was like that, always on the go. Anyone who ran a business empire had to be. That was not me. I worked hard at my job, but in my off time, I was more than happy to lie around, reading a book and snacking on chocolate. Probably part of the reason I still hadn’t seen that much of Vegas.
    The waiter returned with our plates, sliding in front of me a beautifully presented stack of the tiramisu French toast with a banana-apple compote and citrus mascarpone cream. Heaven. The scents coming off my plate were so delicious I wanted to cry with joy. Chocolate, espresso, cream, and powdered sugar scented the air. If it tasted as good as it looked and smelled, I was going to be a very happy woman. Dylan’s Limón ricotta pancakes with fig compote looked equally tempting. Reading my mind, and eyeing my French toast, he said, “I thought we could share.”
    “Works for me.” He cut a bite of pancake with his fork and brought it to my mouth. The taste of sweet lemon burst across my tongue. Withdrawing the fork from between my lips, he scooped up a bite of my French toast for himself.
    “This place is always excellent,” he said. We ate like that for the next few minutes. I fed him a bite, he did the same for me. The intimacy was new. I’d eaten breakfast with men before, but this felt like we were in our own little island, just Dylan and me, with nothing to worry about but enjoying our meal and each other.
    Our plates were empty before I knew it. Dylan sat back with his coffee, studying me. I tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear, self-conscious again. Picking up my own coffee, I said, “What?”
    “Just glad you ate all your breakfast. You’re going to need your energy today.”
    “Why? What are we doing?” I hoped we were going straight back to his penthouse where he could strip this dress off and fuck me for the rest of the day. Not that I was greedy or anything, but I only had him until Sunday. I wanted as much of Dylan as I could get.
    “We’re going shopping,” he said, drinking half of his coffee before setting the cup back in its saucer. He checked his watch and gestured to the waiter. “The shops should be opening by the time