Page 22 of Flirting with My Billionaire Enemy

I get up and walk over to the window and look out. From the second-story window, the view of the property is stunning. There’s a decent view of the horse pasture with several chestnut mares grazing. There’s a white stable in the distance that looks very well kept.

While Farah grew up very wealthy, I did not. My mom’s parents raised me and they were comfortable, but not wealthy. This house is beyond anything I’ve seen before.

My suitcase and laptop bag are already sitting at the foot of the bed. I’m not used to this kind of treatment. The house, er, mansion, is surreal, and I feel like a guest in a Regency movie. I’m a sucker for a good Regency romance.

But that’s not what this is. My story will not have any sort of romance in it. At least, not any time soon.

I put my suitcase on the bed and unzip it. There’s a large chest of drawers across the room from the bed, so I begin filling the drawers. I have a lacy black bra in my hand when my phone rings. It’s Kaison.

“I’m all done talking to my mom. Ready to get started?”

“Yes. I was just thinking it was time to dig into this project some more.”

“Meet me in the conference room. Mrs. Hunt can show you where it is if you get lost.”

“Okay, sounds good. I’ll grab my laptop and I’ll be right there.”

I hear laughter and the pitter patter of little feet running down the hall. “Are there kids here?” I ask.

“Oh, yeah. Some of the cleaning crew bring in their kids from time to time. We’re pretty family friendly here.”

“That’s nice.”

I hang up with Kaison, leaving the lacy bra in the suitcase. I’ll just put it away later.

I grab my laptop and head down to the main floor to find the conference room. Mrs. Hunt sees me coming down the stairs, and she smiles up at me, her expression warm and welcoming.

“Can you show me where the conference room is?” I ask.

“Right this way.” She leads me to a massive room with an ornately carved table. Tall chairs with ornate upholstery and wooden backs are seated around the table. There are more chairs lined up against the walls so more employees can join in.

“There’s plenty of room to spread out here. Make yourself comfortable and let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you. This is perfect.”

Kaison walks in with some of the file boxes stacked up in his arms and his laptop bag strung across his body. His biceps are flexed as he carries it to the table. Not that I’m looking or anything.

He puts them down and takes his laptop bag from across his chest and proceeds to remove all the contents.

“Get ready to settle in. We’re in for the long haul here,” he says. “I thought this space would work the best because we’ll have plenty of room to spread out our files.”

“Great thinking,” I say.

He opens a cabinet and takes out some extension cords for us to plug our laptops into. There’s a TV mounted on one end of the room. He gestures to it. “We can connect to the TV and use it as a monitor as well. That way we can both see a large display of what we’re working on.”

“You’ve thought of everything.”

“Well, it’s really my brother, Langston. He’s the one who insists we need all these tech upgrades. You’ll meet him here in a minute. He’s planning to stop by.”

“Sounds good to me. Is he your only brother?” I ask.

“Hardly. You’ll meet them all. There’s a bunch of us. All boys. No sisters.”

To say that it’s intimidating to meet all the Keith brothers is no understatement. And slightly overwhelming. I can’t help but wonder if they’re all as attractive as Kaison.

“What are their names?” I ask.

“Weston, Langston, Brensen, and Ashton. Ashton and Brensen look more like our mom, and the rest of us take after my dad.”

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