Page 36 of Billionaire Bachelor
I watch as she places a mug under the spout of our fancy drink machine, selecting the caffè latte button. As perfectly frothed milk and freshly ground espresso fills her cup, she takes a deep breath and turns toward me.
“Now that we got that out of the way… how was your weekend?” she asks, her tone softening.
Avery is one of the few people who knows why I went to Lake Tahoe.
“It was…good.Great, actually.” Dammit, I can feel my face flushing.
Her dark, sculpted brows rise as her gaze shifts to my undoubtedly pinkened cheeks. “You don’t say. Does the reason it was so great have anything to do with that gorgeous bouquet sitting on your desk?”
I bite my lip. “Possibly.”
“Interesting.” Her signature red lips curve into a smile. “If you need to talk about it, let me know. Although, I have a feeling Trish will be grilling you before lunchtime until you crack and spill all the details. Sometimes, I think that woman missed her calling as an interrogator for the CIA.”
I snort-laugh. “No doubt.”
Avery’s expression turns serious. “But really, Rosa, if you need to talk, I’m here. I know things are hopping this morning, but I’ll find the time if need be.”
I smile. “Thanks, Ave. I appreciate that.”
See? Badass boss bitch, kind, and funny. Have I mentioned she’s my hero?
She picks up her mug, moaning as she takes the first sip. “All right then. Back to work we go.”
“I’ll get Jett’s proposed timeline and narrative to Erin by end of day.”
“I know you will, Rosalie. And I’m sure it’ll begreat.” She emphasizes the last word, clearly tying it into my comment about the weekend. With a wink she adds, “Maybe not multiple-orgasm great, as your weekend clearly was, but fantastic nonetheless.”
And with that, she pivots and heads down the hall, her attention already shifting to the next task. I shake my head, laughing to myself as I pick my jaw up off the floor and return to my desk.
After sifting through all my messages and scheduling follow-ups, I start a rough draft of Jett’s posting timeline. Hours feel like minutes as I work through his monthly, weekly, and daily content calendars, ensuring all the key events are loaded first, properly organized andbeautifully color coded. My fingers are tap, tap, tapping away when my phone buzzes on my desk with an incoming text notification.
Logan:How’s my favorite social media strategist? Get any unexpected deliveries today?
A smile breaks through the professional mask I wear, lighting up my face.
Me: I did, in fact. Some smokin’ hot guy sent me a beautiful arrangement of my favorite flowers. He’s going to get a BIG thank you the next time I see him.
Logan:This guy sounds like he’s pretty into you. (And he can’t wait )
My smile widens.
Me: I’m pretty into him, too.
Logan: I bet he’d love to be IN you right about now.
I shake my head, biting my lip as I type.
Me: Considering he’s hundreds of miles away, I suppose he’ll have to settle for another FaceTime sesh when I get home.
A rush of heat and longing runs straight to my core as I think about the phone sex we had via FaceTime last night. Watching Logan stroke himself while he was issuing dirty commands, telling me exactly how to fuck myself with my trusty vibe, was one of the hottest experiences of my life. Second only to every minute I spent with Logan last weekend.
Logan: *Groan* You’re killing me, Pip. My poor dick is raw from jerking off too many times, remembering how fucking sexy you were last night.
I squeeze my thighs together, trying to stifle the sudden throbbing happening between them.
Me: Send video or it didn’t happen.
Logan: Way ahead of you, babe.
