Page 6 of The Billionaire's Secret Twins

“Certainly,” I murmur.“Please, keep me updated.Is there anything else you require?”

The powerful billionaire stares at me, those blue eyes gleaming.But his expression is inscrutable, and he merely shakes his head.

“No, I’m good for now.I’ll let you know when the car is expected, and we’ll be in flight by tomorrow afternoon.”

“Certainly, sir,” I say before standing.“Thank you for the opportunity, and you won’t regret it.”

Dominic doesn’t reply.He merely nods again, those blue eyes watching me as I take my leave.I swear I can feel them glued to my rear end as I exit his office, but I know it must be my imagination because the billionaire would never look at me like that.

Then, I’m back in the hallway by myself, the silence ringing in my ears.Oh my god, what just happened?Am I traveling to the most exciting city in the world with the handsome Dominic Masters at my side?I know it’s just a work trip where I’m the help ...and yet I’m looking forward to spending time with my billionaire boss all the same.

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Dominic

Ihaven’t seen much of Angie during our time in New York.She’s been nothing but one hundred percent appropriate and unfailingly polite at every turn.When the car pulled up in front of the mansion to pick us up, her cheeks flushed a bit because I tend to travel in style.The Rolls Royce was a little over the top, but the service had no other cars available, and so this one was booked.

But the young woman is decidedly independent.When the trunk popped, Angie immediately hoisted her bag herself, getting ready to put it in the compartment.I stepped in, gently taking the suitcase from her.

“Here, let me,” I said in a deep voice, my huge form towering over her own.“A petite woman shouldn’t be throwing heavy bags around like they’re bowling balls.”

That’s when the chauffeur interrupted us both, seizing the handle to Angie’s carry-on.

“This is my job, ma’am,” he said with a friendly smile.“Sir?Is this all?Any other luggage”

I handed over the handle to my small roller board and chuckled.

“No, because I keep doubles of everything in my New York apartment, so there’s no need to bring anything when the identical item is waiting for me on the opposite coast.This is it.”

“Perfect,” the driver said, not at all surprised at my statement.“We’ll be at the airport within an hour.”

Then, we settled into the back of the Rolls Royce and I shot a sideways look at Angie.The young woman was composed, despite a flush of color on her cheeks.Her blonde hair was pulled into a neat bun at the nape of her neck, with just one small wisp escaping from her temple.I wanted to smooth down the errant strand before pressing my lips to that sensitive spot behind her ear and hearing her gasp.I wanted to gently trail my lips over the hint of clavicle I could see beneath her loose blouse, before pulling her into my lap for a deep, all-consuming kiss.After all, Angela White is just my type, but I haven’t acted on my desires, which is astonishing.Usually, a woman will be in and out of my bed within twenty-four hours, with the emphasis onout.Relationships aren’t my thing, and I’ve yet to meet a female who can keep my attention once we’ve consummated our attraction.

But Angie is different, and I’m not sure what it is.It could be her looks, but all the women I sleep with are gorgeous.There have been a plethora of models, actresses, and other professionally-beautiful women who grace the pages of magazines every day, so I don’t think it’s her looks alone.

It could also be Angela’s demure personality mixed with sparks of verve, but we don’t know each other well enough for me to know for certain.But Iwantto know more, and I guess that’s the rub.The curvy girl’s a mystery to me, and that’s probably what draws me in.It’s her vivacious smile paired with big blue eyes that also carry a hint of shadow deep inside.Something is pulling me to this female, and I want to know what it is.

Then again, I’m acting like a fucking lunatic because there is no “drinks event.”I mean, there is, but it’s certainly not something that requires extra help from my Austin household.It’s a shindig that I manufactured out of thin air in order to have an excuse to spend time with my sexy housekeeper.I want to keep Angela in my vicinity, and I want an excuse to talk with her.I want to watch the young woman at work, and bringing her to New York for this sham event is the perfect opportunity.

Of course, there will be a party, make no mistake.Guests aren’t a problem when you’re a billionaire, and although I have no true “friends,” people will come just to ogle my penthouse while critiquing my décor.But I don’t give a shit because Angela’s the real reason I’m hosting this thing, and what other people say or do is of no interest to me.

Unfortunately, these past few days in New York haven’t gone as planned.We stepped off my private plane at JFK and were escorted by limo to the apartment, which is a gorgeous space on the top floor of a pre-war building bordering Central Park.There are five bedrooms and five baths, as well as a formal dining room, living room, two maids’ rooms, and a full-size kitchen and attached butler’s pantry.But the best part of the penthouse is the attached terrace, which overlooks Central Park.The views are sweeping, and the grandeur of the vista can never be denied.Come Thanksgiving, there’s also a firsthand view of the Macy’s parade, and the overall feeling is one of overwhelming fun and good fortune.

But Angela hardly noticed because she went to work immediately.She began speaking with my butler in New York, and they put their heads together to get the party-planning going.As a result, I’ve hardly seen the curvy girl this past week.I’ve caught glimpses here and there, as she instructs the staff, and I’ve overheard her voice on the phone as I walk the halls.But nothing more.We haven’t had a private moment, which I suppose is to be expected since she’s working.

But now, it’s the night of the party, and my guests are enjoying themselves.Handsome men and beautiful women mill about on the terrace, laughing and talking with drinks in their hands.A makeshift bar is set up in the corner, complete with a bartender with his sleeves rolled up, and lilting music plays from an invisible sound system.It’s a gorgeous night too, with a deep blue expanse of sky overhead, lit only by small pinpricks of light.Central Park is spread out below per usual, its lush greenery cloaked in a velvety black.

“So Dom,” a woman purrs at my left.“What have you been up to?We haven’t seen you in New York for ages.”

I shoot her a perfunctory smile.What was her name again?Melissa, I think.

“I’ve been busy in Texas,” I say in a smooth tone.“Re-locating a company as big as Regeneron AI is never easy, and I needed to be there myself to oversee the process.”

“But surely it’s done now,” a blonde titters to my left.When I shoot her a look, she literally shimmies a bit, making her tits bounce.“You’ll be spending more time with us now, right?”

To be honest, their overt flirtation turns me off.I prefer subtlety, dynamism, and a certain sass mixed with innocence.By contrast, these women are practically ready to strip off their dresses before heading inside for an intimate threesome in the master bedroom.So I merely incline my head, ready to say something when a movement off to the left catches my eye.

Is that ...?

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