Page 4 of Daddy's Billionaire Broker

JACK

As I drove my brand-new luxury car to the finest restaurant I knew, having hastily secured a corner table, I realized that one of my greatest fears might be coming to fruition at this very moment.

I didn't want to have a midlife crisis. I didn't want to be one of those men who realized they were a little past their prime, and compensated by shaking up their entire life.

The new car was a necessity, so I looked the part of the firm's top broker. But persuading my office manager's young daughter to come to dinner while I skipped out on a corporate event? Come on.

Maybe how unbelievably breathtaking Grace was had made me snap. She had the face of a classical painting, and a delicate yet curvy body that actually made my mouth water. Her sweet little dress was so demure. Ladylike.

I wasn't sure whether I should be ashamed of myself for going out with a woman so much younger, or simply thrilled that she agreed.

"I hope you don't mind the way I sort of, you know, kidnapped you," I said. "You could have said no."

Grace's smile was so charming I could feel it in my lower abs. "Anytime I can get out of that house and into the real world, it's fine with me."

Suddenly I realized I should double check something important. "I'm sorry, I have to ask. How old are you?"

"Twenty-one." She seemed shy about that.

"Just checking. You were sipping on a cocktail with your parents, so I assumed so, but, you know…"

She covered her mouth with purple-tipped fingers as she giggled. "Yes – I was just thinking of how ridiculous it would be if I got carded when we were ordering wine, and I was actually just nineteen or something."

As I pulled into the parking lot, I shot her an evil glare, which made her giggle harder.

"Let me guess," she said slowly. I loved the way she stared at me, analyzing my face. "You're in your thirties. You have that healthy glow that makes me think more like thirty-one, but there's something in your eyes…a depth, I guess. I'm going to guess closer to thirty-six?"

"Do I have to answer that, or can I just say that you're close enough?"

That beautiful bottom lip thrust out. "This is going to be a very boring dinner if you don't answer my questions honestly."

I jumped out of the car, tossing my keys to the valet as I ran around to open her door. As I took Grace's hand, she stepped right in front of me, our chests practically touching.

"I'm not going inside unless you tell me," she whispered.

My cock jumped to attention so fast it surprised me. Her sauciness was shockingly arousing.

My lips brushed her ear. "I don't want to keep a single secret from you, gorgeous. But I also don't want you to judge me."

Grace's chin tipped up, and she tapped the top of my shoe with her toe. "Tell me. Now."

As the valet drove my car away, there was no one else in front of the restaurant. "I'll make you a deal, sweet Grace. If I tell you, will you kiss me?" My hand slipped around her lower back, holding her close as I heard her breath catch.

"Maybe."

I adored that she stood up to me. Every other person in my world deferred to me, kowtowed to me, served me. Grace was having none of that, and I loved it.

"Fair enough." Pressing my bottom lip against the shell of her ear, I breathed, "I'm going to be forty in a few weeks. So if that's too old for you, you should probably—"

Her head swiveled, then those perfect plush lips softly pressed to mine, as my other arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her entire body close.

There was a tiny, breathy noise from Grace’s throat, almost a moan, then her lips parted for me. Kissing her slowly, softly, I reveled in her tantalizing, delicious energy.

Then the door to the restaurant opened, and we jumped apart a few inches. Taking Grace's arm, I guided her inside.

"It’s not that I don’t want to be seen with you, I just want our private moments to be private," I murmured.

As always, Julian, the host of the restaurant, made a big fuss over my arrival, and led us to a fairly private table in the back corner.

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