Page 74 of Dial B for Billionaire

“My focus is fine.”

“OK. I believe you.” He stands, straightening his suit. “Just try not to smile at her like that. It's disturbing. Like watching a shark try to look friendly.”

“Get out of my office.”

“There he is! I was worried we'd lost the old Bennett forever.” He heads for the door, pausing to look back. “For what it's worth? Happy looks good on you. Disturbing, but good.”

He's gone before I can respond, leaving me alone with the realization that if Caleb noticed, others will too. I need to be more careful. Less…happy. I try to force the smile from my face and my phone buzzes.

Layla:

Made it to the office. Had to tell three people I took up running this morning to explain the wet hair and glow.

Me:

Glow?

Her:

Your fancy shower has magical properties. My skin has never looked better.

Me:

Just the shower?

Her:

Other activities may have contributed.

Me:

Anything in particular?

Her:

There was this guy. Big CEO energy. Insatiable.

Me:

Sounds like trouble.

Her:

The best kind.

Me:

I liked waking up next to you.

Her:

Me too. More than I probably should.

Me:

Not exactly according to plan.

Her:

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