One Weekend with the Billionaire

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e. I can hardly believe my ears. I blink at him a few times, wonder

I was out of sorts, and he had every right to be cross with me. Still, people who didn’t un

, staring at him, trying to process the situation. He is absolutely the best looking man I’ve ever seen in real life and

response, Braxton asks, “Ha

eems like such a strange thing to ask. “Uhm

,” he says. “You m

a….” I stop talking. Obviously, there had been

, though we can’t really see through the frosted glass. “There are hors d'oeuvres being passed around, but tha

nting to be a bother. Or make Jeff even more angry since he’s already t

You have to eat.” His arm is

e a bright blue that twinkles in the dim light, almost as

e anyone at my part

rn him down. It’s like an order of some

hout at me and tell me I am a bother to everyone. He might be right, but at the moment, I don’t feel like a bother, not to Mr. Merriweather, anyway. I feel like an invited

hold him close, but that would be ridiculous. Just because the handsome billionaire also happens to be thoughtful and ki

ant his attention. He is polite, but doesn’t stop walking until we reach the other side of the large room. Then, he pushes through a door I didn’t realize is even a door, and then we are in ano

there, dressed in a nice champagne colored

oin us for dinner. Will you see that she’s brought the finest steak

er,” she says with a

me. “You do like

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y dress is. I didn’t realize that you could see so much cleavage. I find myself looking down. I still don’t understand why my husband is so upset about this dress. When I look back up, Mr. Merriweather’s eyes are also on my chest. He looks away as soon as he sees that I am looking at him. I almost smile; u

ou a drink?”

wait on him hand and foot getting me anything, but I am thirsty an

a moment later with a nice red wine. “T

ach other slightly, sending shivers down my spine

s at me, and I feel like m