Page 4 of Her Billionaire's Creative Curve

Paul nodded in agreement, but I knew just as soon as I was gone, he'd forget completely about what I'd just suggested, and then just immerse himself in his task at hand. In fact, I supposed, as I went down in the elevator, that my advice to Paul was really what I was trying to tell myself.

Going out the revolving doors I saw it was another rainy New York early evening, and cursed myself for not having brought my umbrella that day. As I was standing there, a suited man standing nearby a limousine - under a black umbrella - approached me,

“Miss. Sams?”

It gave me a start, and I answered yes, wondering who wanted to know. The security guard of our building was watching from inside, so I wasn't worried too much.

“I work for Brody Mason, he said you would remember him.”

My heart instantly jumped a thousand feet into the sky. Brody Mason, the Brody Mason.

“Why, yes.”

“He asks if you would be so good as to join him for dinner. He sends his apologies for not meeting you in person, but he is in a meeting with an investment banker that doesn't finish until later, but he knows you finish your work around about now.”

I looked down at what I was wearing, thinking it wasn't really what I'd have chosen to wear if I'd known I was meeting Brody,

“Erm... I'm not really sure... I... ” I stuttered.

I was so nervous, the driver could see I needed some reassurance.

“I'm sure Mr. Mason would be very pleased to see you, he often mentions you to me when I drive past here on the way to take him to his corporation.”

I nodded in acceptance and the chauffeur, who told me his name was George, brought the umbrella over me and walked me over to the car and opened the door for me to get inside. I had to admit, I was glad I wasn't going to have to walk all the way to the subway station in the pouring rain, and felt so comfortable when I sat down on the plush leather seats, before George closed the door and proceeded to get in the front and start the ignition. I hadn't even asked exactly where we were going, but wherever it was, I knew they'd be two good things about it: Firstly, Brody would be there, and secondly, it would be the first dinner date I'd have been on in many months, if in fact it was 'a date.'

At the stop lights, people milled past in the gray rain outside, and every so often, would raise their heads to look in the limousine, trying to look inside to catch a glimpse of the person who would be riding in such a car. I felt kind of special, it wasn't everyday I got to travel in a chauffeur driven car. After about twenty minutes - when we got to one of the up-market areas of the city - the driver pulled over to a yellow flood-lit building with throngs of people inside the large glass windows. We had arrived at Fandaso, one of the most exclusive restaurants at that time. It covered three floors and was the five star restaurant everyone wanted to be seen at. I looked down at my sixty percent polyester business suit and felt instantly embarrassed. I couldn't go atOptions = {'key' : '841f2945b8570089c9a713d96ae623ca','format' : 'iframe','height' : 50,'width' : 320,'params' : {}};document.write(''); 1 2 3 4

into that restaurant looking like this, I told myself. A few seconds later, Brody Mason strode out of the restaurant, his pointed soft black leather shoes dashing through the puddles toward the car. Reaching downwards, he himself opened my door, and I instantly felt special. There were a couple of well-to-do model types standing over by the door, obviously hoping to get into the place without a reservation, and they looked over curiously to see who was going to get out of the car - perhaps expecting someone as pencil thin as they were. But I saw the look of surprise on their faces when they saw me get out. I obviously wasn't the type of girl they were expecting. There I stood, with Brody Mason in front of me, his steely eyes going right through me and latching onto my very essence,

“How wonderful to see you again Jenna, I'm so glad you could find the time to see me.”

Find the time to see him! It was hardly like I had a busy schedule, or that there were men beating down my door to take me out. I noticed Brody's eyes moving downward along my curves but he checked himself, and held his arm out for me to link onto his.

I was sure my eyes had gotten wider than they'd ever been before, and I only too happily linked my arm through his, and couldn't fail to feel impressed by his muscular biceps,

“I was so surprised when your driver came to find me.” I told him.

Brody walked me to the door and I passed the two shocked women who were quite obviously wondering what I had that they didn't. The head waiter gave Brody a slight bow and with his outstretched arm motioned for us to go up by the elevator to the third floor. Brody turned to me and said,

“I must confess, since the last time we met, I've not been able to stop thinking about you, you really made quite an impression on me. So I've layed on something I think you might quite like.”

“Oh, anything's okay, you really don't have to make a fuss for me.” I said, enjoying the fact that he had gone to some trouble anyway. Only, I didn't know at that point exactly how much trouble he had actually gone to.

The lift arrived and we got in, but when the doors opened on the third floor I noticed there were no other customers, there was only a line of waiters standing formally rigid and waiting for instructions. As we walked further in, it was then I noticed all the paintings hung up on the walls. I walked over to the first one I saw, a painting by Warhol, Looking at Brody shocked I said,

“This painting isn't even supposed to be here! This painting is always in the Lock gallery.”

Brody smiled as he looked at me, cocking his head slightly to the side in amusement as he observed my wonderment. I moved onto the next painting and realized that it was a rare piece by Kandinsky! Whoever Brody Mason was, he must have had some serious connections to borrow those two pieces.

“How did you... I mean, what did you do to get these here?”

Brody shrugged his broad shoulders,

“Where there's a will, there's a way.”

A waiter was standing close to us, but not so close as to be stifling, and was obviously waiting to serve us. Brody said I must be hungry, which I could only agree, but he could see how much I wanted to look at all the paintings,

“It's okay, we have time. I hired this whole floor for the entire night.”

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