Page 42 of Love your Billionaire Boss

After dinner, Justin’s driver took them a few blocks away to what looked like a telephone booth. Kenny looked around confused as they got out of the car. Justin opened the door to the telephone booth and picked up the phone, looking at Kenny mischievously. He turned and whispered a few words, and soon the floor was vibrating. Kenny grabbed the walls of the booth, wondering if there was an earthquake. Soon, the busy street disappeared from view as they traveled down. The booth was an elevator.

It came to a gentle stop and through the glass windows, there was a large bar dimly lit up by crystal chandeliers and plush, black velvet booths surrounding it. A jazz band was playing in the corner.

“Okay. This is impressive,” said Kenny.

Justin smiled knowingly, pushing the door open. They walked to the bar and took a seat, ordering whiskey drinks that were served under glass domes that when lifted, smoke poured out. They clinked their glasses.

A few drinks later, Kenny felt numb and happy. He might even find a girl tonight. It had been a while since he had been in New York. A smoking-hot redhead in an emerald-green dress sidled up next to him at the bar.

“You’re a long way from home, mister,” she said casually before ordering a drink.

“Am I?” asked Kenny curiously.

The redhead held out her hand. “Tinsley. Tinsley Erin. Sports radio.”

Kenny shook her hand and smiled. “It’s nice to put a face to a name.”

He introduced her to Justin, and they all clinked their glasses together. They spent the next hour talking sports. She actually knew what she was talking about, which normally would be a turn-on for Kenny. Hell, just her appearance was a turn-on for him.

As he watched her talk energetically and felt his eyes wander to her plump lips, he thought about how this could get messy. He didn’t get involved with people in the industry. Still, it was nice to get his mind off Cleo. At closing time, she linked her arm through his and they made their way back up to the street.

“Where to next, boys?” She smiled seductively.

Justin looked at Kenny to decide what move he was going to make.

“This is where I leave you, Tinsley. After I make sure you have a safe way home.”

She looked up at him disappointedly and stuck out her bottom lip.

“I’m three sheets to the wind, and I don’t need you talking about me on the radio.” Kenny winked as he hailed a cab. He helped her inside and shut the door.

“The only thing I’ll say is that you are quite the gentleman,” said Tinsley, leaning out the window and kissing him on the cheek before her taxi drove away.

“Wow.” Justin looked at him with a raised brow. “That baker girl really has you wrapped up.”

The next morning, Kenny woke up with a pounding headache. He reached over to the nightstand and chugged a bottle of water. He groaned in pain as he vowed off whiskey for the foreseeable future. Slowly, he stumbled out to the hallway and walked to the living room. Justin was passed out on the couch and he laughed, which stirred him from his sleep.

“Whiskey. Never again,” said Justin, facedown into the couch seat.

Kenny plopped down next to him. “You did promise me a good time, and you delivered.”

“Yeah, but at what cost? I’m just lucky it’s the weekend. I could not work in this state.” Justin sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes.

Kenny leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling.

“I still can’t believe you turned down that sportscaster. She was into you.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to mix business with pleasure.”

“That…or you’re still hung up on that girl back in Boston.”

“Or that. But like I said, I messed it up.”

“I’m sure it’s fixable.”

“I don’t know.”

Justin hesitated for a moment. “Maybe it’s time you let go of what happened with Sylvie.”

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