Page 19 of Billionaire Boss's One Night Stand

We’d agreed to make it uncomplicated. One night, just sex. No names or details. It was a huge shocker to realize that we were working together. But I wasn’t sold on excusing him for actingmadabout it.

I tried to grab the chair next to Rupert, but Tom hurried to pull out another one for me. Since I didn’t want to seem rude or impolite, I nodded at him once and sat. Of course, he took the seat next to me.

Is he going to be an issue? Overly flirty? At the same time, I need to figure out how to handle my boss-slash-lover.

It sounded like a headache, and I strained to just focus. I was here for this job, and I’d be damned if I'd screw it up.

“You have all been chosen to participate on this select team. As you know, we are tasked with researching the Gammon baby product line so we can make a new pitch for a rebranding campaign for them. They had previously planned to proceed with DuPont?—”

Another specialist, an older, balding man who I thought was named Brad, booed quietly at the name of the other company.

“But they’ve since responded to my emails about proposing a pitch for them. They are shopping around.” He paused dramatically to set his hands on the edge of the conference table, looking at each of us sternly. I gulped when he set his stare on me.

“And theywillchoose us.”

Wow.That was either ballsy and smug or confident. I hoped the latter, because I could get on board with that go-get-’em mentality.

“We will split the responsibilities for specific directions and focal points, but we will come together to present the best possible presentation to acquire them as our newest clients.”

Rupert rubbed his chin, seeming indecisive. “Baby products?” he asked with a cringe.

Matt nodded. “It’s unfortunate that Janice has recently left us…” He sighed, pacing again.

“But hey, we got a little lady on the team!” Tom cheered loudly, patting my shoulder.

Can’t you keep your hands to yourself?

I smiled, dreading that they’d look to me for baby expertise. I was a woman, the only one on this select team, but that was it. Sure, I could carry a baby and give birth to one. But I hadn’t. I was just as clueless as any other single person. I didn’t even have friends with kids. Hell, besides Hailey, I didn’t have many friends at all.

“You’ll steer us right, huh, short stuff?”

Argh! I have a name!

He draped his arm around my shoulders, grinning and pulling me closer to him. It was an awkward pose with the high-backed chairs on wheels, and I wasn’t sure if I succeeded in masking my grimace.

“Dude, back off,” the last specialist said, a nerdy looking bearded man named Eli.

Tom laughed him off. “Short stuff can clue us in.”

“Just because she’s a woman?” Brad smirked, lifting his chin at me. “Sorry that he’s such an idiot.”

“I… I don’t have kids,” I admitted, feeling put on the spot to explain.

“Bummer.” Tom looked me up and down. “You’d make some attractive little blue-eyed blondes.” He raked his hand through his very light blond hair, as if suggesting hair color alone would make us a match.

“My eyes are green,” I said at the same time Matt blurted, “Her eyes are jade.”

I blinked, whipping forward to face him. Once more, my face heated with an instant blush. The tips of my ears had to beblazing red by now. Fluffing my hair forward, I tried to hide the evidence of my embarrassment.

Oh, God.Now they’ll know. How could he blurt out a correction on the color of my damn eyes?

I held my breath, too nervous to move.

“What?” Brad squinted at me. “Oh, yeah. They are.” He nodded, taking it in stride. Then he chuckled at me while pointing at our boss. “He’s the color expert.”

“Green?” Tom gripped my chin and turned me to face him. “Oh, okay. They are green. I was close.”

I wanted to scream. Why the hell were we talking about my damn eyes in the first place?

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