Page 401 of Billionaire Temptations

Chapter Thirteen

Sebastian

“I don’t know why you’re doing this, Sebastian,” Eli commented as he pulled in front of the Time Warner Center.

“What do you mean? I’m meeting Damien for dinner.”

“Of all the places in New York City, you have to dine at the same restaurant that Miss Kane is dining at?”

“Pure coincidence, my friend.” I smiled as I climbed out and saw Damien waiting for me in front of the building.

We took the stairs up to the third level, and when we reached the restaurant, my eyes did a quick scan for Chloe.

“How many, Mr. Bennett?” the hostess asked as she smiled at me.

“Dinner for two, and I want that table right there.” I pointed.

“Actually, that table is reserved for someone else.”

“Well, un-reserve it.” I reached into my pocket, pulled out a fifty-dollar bill, and handed it to her.

She willingly took it from my hand and then looked down at her seating chart.

“It’s been un-reserved. Follow me.”

Shaking his head, Damien spoke, “What’s that all about?”

“I like that table.”

I heard my name as we followed the small framed hostess to our table.

“Sebastian?”

I looked over and saw Chloe sitting down with a woman and a man.

“Chloe? What are you doing here?” I pretended to act surprised.

“Having dinner with my friends. Sebastian, this is my best friend, Sienna, and her friend, Sam.”

“‘Ello, mate.” Sam smiled as he stood up and extended his hand to me.

“Nice to meet you, Sam. Sienna, it’s a pleasure. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“I’m sure you have.” She grinned. “It’s nice to meet you finally. I was beginning to think Chloe made you up.”

“Chloe, this is my friend, Damien.”

“Nice to meet you.” She flashed her beautiful smile.

“Well, we better sit down. Enjoy your dinner. It was nice to meet both of you, and it was a pleasure seeing you again, Chloe.” I smirked.

Our table was next to theirs, and I ensured my seat faced Chloe. Occasionally, I would glance over at her, only to find her observing me. As soon as our eyes met, she would look away. She didn’t lie about going out tonight. She already had dinner plans, and it pleased me that she told the truth.

Damien leaned across the table and whispered, “Another one of your sex toys? Why haven’t I met her before?”

“No. She’s the one I met in London.”

Damien Walters was a good friend of mine who also happened to be the vice president of my acquisitions department. We met five years ago when his company went under, and I purchased it. I was highly impressed by hiscredentials. Being a Harvard graduate, he had a keen sense of business.

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