Page 34 of Bully Billionaire Dragon

I got a seat in perfect view of the entrance so that Taylor will be able to easily spot me. This night is meant for us to be comfortable with one another and ultimately end on good terms. If I can get her to drop the case, great; if not, the least I can do is get on her good side. It’ll be a bonus if I can get some information about the case as well.

Glancing at my watch, I see only thirty seconds have gone by since I last looked.

Relax. Our mate is coming, my dragon reassures me.

I don’t want to listen to him, but I take a deep breath and glance at the drink menu. I want beer, but wine will be better for both of us, especially with the food. If I can get Taylor to loosenup, I will be able to get to know her better, and hopefully she won’t want to work this case anymore.

At that thought, the bell to the restaurant dings, and as I look up,34 I spot Taylor.

She is dressed in a light blue dress that goes to her mid-calf and is lowcut, showing off ample cleavage, and it already is driving me crazy.

Her hair is held back by a white headband which matches her heels. Over her dress she is wearing a denim jacket that pairs well with the outfit.

I have no idea when I became such a fashionista, but I can tell Taylor put effort into her look tonight. Knowing that she wanted to look nice makes me extra aware of how I look. I hope she thinks I put in an effort as well.

She appears calm as she looks around the restaurant. Her eyes settle on me, and when I see the light in her eyes dim, my heart aches in my chest.

Why does she look annoyed?

I wave to her, and she ducks her head before making her way over to me.

“What are you doing here?” Taylor asks with a weird expression.

Her question takes me aback.

She knew she was meeting for a work dinner.

“I’m here for our work dinner…”

Taylor’s face forms into a confused frown.

“I thought I was meeting with Lex, your boss,” Taylor deadpans.

“I know who Lex is, but he asked me to come in his place.”

Taylor stands at the table for a moment, considering her options.

She clearly doesn’t want to be here with me, but leaving would be extremely rude.

It seems her mind is made up when she takes a seat across from me.

We stare at each other for a moment before Taylor looks away and glances around the establishment.

“This doesn’t seem like a work dinner place,” she points out, glancing at the buffet area.

“It’s actually pretty cool. You fill up a bowl with the food you want and then they cook it over there.” I point to the middle of the restaurant, where workers are flipping food on a big silver stovetop. “They cook it in front of you and then you bring it back here to eat it.”

“Again, this doesn’t seem like a work dinner.”

“Since when did you become so privileged?” I ask, leaning my elbows on the table.

Taylor’s eyes widen, and I can see she wants to flee. I might have overstepped with that question.

“What I mean is, are you too good for this type of place? I think it’s pretty cool. Don’t you?”

Taylor glances back at the buffet. “I guess I’ve just never been to a place like this before. Most work dinners are in skyrises with expensive and hard-to-pronounce menus.”

Understanding what she meant, I nod. “Come on, let’s get some food.”

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