Page 9 of Her Billionaire Hero
Clutching the glass container to her chest, her eyes shined as she looked adoringly at him. “How did you accomplish this, boss?”
Putting his finger to his lips, he said, “Hush-hush. We don’t want everyone thinking we’ll give away nights at our resort for one bottle of anything.”
Cutting her eyes at me, she asked, “How many bottles did he get?”
“Only the one.” I was a little jealous of her—in more ways than one. But I was more in awe of Baldwyn for the reason he bought it for her in the first place. “Your boss is very empathetic, it seems. He thought about your hard night with your baby girl and decided to get you something nice.”
“No,” she whispered. “Just for that?”
With that careless shrug of his massive shoulders I’d seen a few times now, Baldwyn wasn’t going to let her, or me, make a big deal out of it. “Hey, it’s just some hot sauce. No biggie.”
“Itisa biggie and I love it, boss. I truly do.” Lisa looked as if she was about to get up.
But he stopped her. “Don’t get mushy on me, Lisa. No hugs necessary.” Turning to face me, he eyed me for a moment. “What’s your favorite color, Sloan?”
“Burnt orange.”
I was a Texan through and through. But he wasn’t interested in my college colors. “I mean, what colors do you like in a home? The walls, carpets, flooring in general? And the curtains, bedspreads, those sorts of things?”
“Oh.” I looked at Lisa, who’d begun to ignore us as she took out her tacos. “Come, let’s talk about this in our office, shall we?” I saw no need to make her jealous about what Baldwyn was giving me.
Taking a seat in my chair, I watched him roll his own chair about a foot away from mine.
“So, the colors?”
“Anything is fine, Baldwyn. Just the fact that you’re putting me up is a privilege.”
“So, there’s neutral colors, evening colors, morning colors, and afternoon colors.” Handing me his cell phone, I saw he’d already pulled up the apartment complex’s website. “Pick one.”
I didn’t need to see pictures to know what I wanted. “I’m a morning person, so I’ll take that one.” Handing him the phone, a short electric shock went up my arm as our fingers barely touched. I’d never felt anything like that in my life.
“I’m into mornings too.” Pursing his lips for only a moment, he sighed. “You’ll like the color scheme. Pinks, blues, oranges, yellows, all pastel, of course. The master bedroom has this huge window that gives you a view of the eastern sky. The sunrises so far have been off the charts.”
Sunrises had always been one of my favorite things in the world. “Oh, yeah?” Preston didn’t share my love for the early morning. He always preferred late nights. But Baldwyn and I were sort of syncing.
Putting the phone on speaker, he made the call to the apartment complex.
“Vista Estates,” a woman answered.
“Pam?” he asked.
“Yes, this is she.”
“It’s Baldwyn Nash.”
“Oh, yes. What can I do for you, sir?” Her eager response told me he’d already spent lots of money there.
“Do you happen to have a morning-scheme apartment available?” he asked, grinning at me as if he knew something I didn’t.
I heard tapping as she must’ve been looking at her computer. “I have three, sir. One’s right next to yours.”
“I’ll take that one,” he said quickly. Putting the phone on mute, he told me, “My place is right by the pool. That means yours will be too. Another pleasant perk.”
“Of course,” Pam answered. “When will you want that, sir?”
“When can we have it?” Drumming his fingers on his thick leg, his eyes were glued to mine.
“It’s ready now,” she said. “I can email you the lease for you to e-sign and I already have your billing information on file. This will be a Whispers Resort business lease, right?”
