Page 70 of Mr. Hotshot CEO
“Bullshit,” Naomi declares.
Lydia awakes with a start. “Bullshit? What’s bullshit? Damn, that was a nice nap.”
“You were out for all of three minutes,” I say. “Hardly a nap.”
“I’ll take what I can get. What were you talking about?”
“Naomi insists I’m falling in love with Julian. She said ‘bullshit’ when I denied it.”
“Of course you’re falling in love with him,” Lydia says. “What woman wouldn’t? And didn’t he look cute with Heather?”
“He did,” Naomi agrees. “You should make babies together.”
“I’ve known him for less than two weeks,” I say. “We are not making babies together.”
However...
I once read a book where the heroine’s ovaries twitched whenever she saw her crush playing with a child, holding a baby, or washing dishes. I rolled my eyes and thought it was ridiculous, but my ovaries may have twitched when I saw him with my niece.
I need to give my ovaries a stern talking-to.
Naomi turns to the woman who’s massaging her feet. “My sister’s sleeping with a CEO. He doesn’t have a private jet, but he has a penthouse and a... Courtney, what kind of car does he drive?”
“I have no idea. I presume he owns a car, but I’ve never seen him drive.”
“Well, anyway, he’s so rich that he has a nice car drive him around all the time, and he gave my sister his credit card...”
“What’s his name?” the woman asks. “If he’s a CEO, maybe I’ve heard of him.”
“Julian Fong.”
I shake my head in despair. Now the entire nail salon knows who I’m sleeping with. Multiple women are looking in our direction.
The older woman on the chair across from me says, “I know his company. My husband has them handle his investments. And I just read in the paper that his family is funding a new cardiology wing at a hospital in Markham.”
The woman next to me says, “I’ve seen pictures of him before, and...damn.”
“Are you his mistress?” the older woman asks.
“No, I’m just—”
“Not that I’m judging. Nothing wrong with that, as long as he treats you right. In the romances novels I’ve read...”
The chatter continues, and I try not to turn as red as a watermelon.
“Okay, okay,” Naomi finally says. “I think this is embarrassing Courtney a little more than I’d intended. Let’s, um, talk about something else! Anyone seen any good movies lately?”
Naomi eventually manages to drag the conversation away from me and Julian, but I continue to think about him.
I’m not in love with him, but he makes my pesky ovaries twitch.
And other parts of me, too, if I’m being honest.
* * *
When I get to Julian’s, he greets me at the door with a tie in his hand.
“I have a surprise for you.” He turns me around so he can blindfold me with the tie.
