Page 38 of Love your Billionaire Boss

“Sorry,” said Elle sheepishly. She switched off the TV and sat next to Cleo. “What’s up, Cleo?”

Cleo tilted her head back and rested it on the couch. “I don’t know. There’s this guy…”

“Wait. A guy? What guy?” asked Elle excitedly.

“Whoa, whoa. Calm down.” Cleo looked at her and put her hands up.

Elle took a deep breath. “Okay. I’m calm.”

“It’s nothing, really. I was talking to this guy and I saw him tonight, but he made it clear he wasn’t interested.”

“This sounds like it calls for wine or ice cream.”

“Ice cream.”

“On it.” Elle stood and walked to the kitchen, bringing back a pint of cookie dough and a pint of mint chocolate chip, and two spoons. Cleo grabbed the cookie dough and dug her spoon in, taking a bite.

“Thanks.” She smiled at Elle appreciatively.

“So, who is this guy?”

“His name is Kenny. He’s a baseball player.”

“I knew you’d finally take my advice and talk to one of them. You couldn’t resist the tight pants, huh?” Elle pointed a spoon at her excitedly.

“He’s different. He’s a quiet type, until he opens up, which I thought he was doing. Oh, and Elle, he’s so cute. Like so cute.”

“This is so exciting, Cleo.”

“Yeah, but tonight he just shut off.”

“Walk me through it.”

Cleo spent the next few minutes telling Elle everything about being hired for the party, and the non-business text messages, and the fun night she had with him.

“Hmm.” Elle looked thoughtful for a moment. “I don’t hear anything that would have made him leave like that.”

“I know. It was like the perfect night, and now I just feel like an idiot. Did I really think someone like him would like someone like me?”

“Hey, knock that off or I’m kicking you out.”

Cleo leaned forward and put her head in her hands. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing. If anything, this makes you normal. I’ve been waiting for forever for you to be interested in someone.”

“Well, this isn’t fun.”

“Blah. He’s stupid. Boys are stupid.”

“Hey,” a voice called out from the doorway to the bedroom.

Cleo looked up quickly to see Elle’s boyfriend, Brad, standing there with his arms crossed and a pout on his face.

“We’re talking about boys, babe. You’re a man.”

Cleo watched as Brad smiled and stood a little taller, puffing out his chest before heading to the kitchen. Elle winked at her before rolling her eyes. They both giggled.

“So, you’re having boy troubles, Cleo?” said Brad, as he rummaged through the fridge.

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