Page 3 of Chosen By Love

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Brett

The Present

“Mr. Collins, do you need me to do anything else? I already placed your Armani suit in your closet that I picked up from the cleaners earlier today. Everything else is going according to plan.”

Tonight, I’m celebrating the opening of my latest hotel, and I’m hoping to make even bigger connections with the right people who will be attending. I’m thankful that my staff is top notch and this celebration will be a success.

“That will be all, Nate,” I said to my personal butler. Nate has been with me since I was a child. He’s more than an employee. He’s part of my family.

“I’m going to grab a shower and get ready,” I added. Nate nodded as he left the suite in the hotel I was using before I headed downstairs to the ballroom where the celebration was being held.

Once I’m out of the shower, it doesn’t take me much time to dress. I allowed my eyes to take in the freshly pressed suit as I adjust my black tie. Not too bad, I tell myself and brush a hand through my midnight black hair that barely touches the back of my suit collar.

Once I arrived at the bank of elevators, I took the elevator up to the third floor where the venue is held to catch up with the caterer, of Kate Burton Catering. Collins Corporation has been using Burton Catering services for the last five years.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open. I walked off the elevator, swung a right and strolled down the hallway to the large room. The floor was tiled in beautiful marble, which made my every step echo. Linen covered tables were situated throughout the room. The staff bustled, making preparations ready for the guests. There were exquisite paintings hanging from the vibrant walls, and the domed ceiling rose at least a thousand feet high with crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.

Everything looked great, according to my specifications.

“Mr. Collins, how are you this evening?” Mrs. Burton spotted me and strolled over with a friendly, professional smile on her lips.

“I’m great! I see that you have everything in hand,” I replied, glancing around the room.

“Yes, you don’t have a thing to worry about, Mr. Collins.”

I nodded, “Your company wouldn’t have been hired otherwise.”

“Thank you for the chance to serve your company needs once again,” Mrs. Burton replied.

I’m a hands-on man, I found that works best if one wanted to succeed in life and business. Success was the name of the game, and I must be successful at all times. Failure was for the weak.

“Would you like a walkthrough?”

“I would appreciate that,” I replied. We strolled over the room and I inspected every table along the way.

“Does everything work for you Mr. Collins?” Mrs. Burton asked.

“You did excellent, as usual, Mrs. Burton. You and your team will be sure to gain a big tip if tonight succeeds according to plan.”

I glanced up and my assistant walked in. I don’t know what it is that made me aware of her presence. Rebecca Woods is my very reliable assistant who has been working with me for the last three years. She’s the only woman that I find myself thinking about in an unprofessional compacity. Time to put on my game face, even if I could feel myself getting hard by the sight of her.

Rebecca Woods is short—she stands only five feet two inches tall, and her curves are enough to stop any red-blooded man in his tracks. A smile forms around her plump lips, as her dark brown eyes meet mine across the room.

Her shoulder length black hair meets her shoulders in a feathery bob. Her dark, sable skin is flawless and makes me want to caress her all over her sexy body.

“Good evening, Mr. Collins. Thank you for sending a driver for me,” Rebecca said, walking up to me.

She looked beautiful in a clingy, black, off the shoulder dress. The fitted waist accentuated her waistline, and the side slit left a decent display of her supple thigh. My eyes trailed down to her black ankle strap heels. Her French pedicured feet even looked pretty. My eyes slowly trailed back up to her beautiful face.

“You’re welcome. I didn’t want you to be driving in case you had a little too much to drink. I—”

“Don’t worry about me drinking too much, Mr. Collins. I realize this is a business event. I will need to keep a clear head if I’m to do my job properly.”

“Rebecca, you work hard. I never have a problem with your job at the office. I’m giving you permission to be carefree and have fun.”

Rebecca’s eyes widen, “I thought this was a working event.”

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