Page 12 of My Boss is a Billionaire

I rush over to him. “Shush. You can’t talk about that.”

“About what?”

He’s teasing. I can’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses, but he’s got to be playing me, right?

“You know what.”

He dips his chin and slides his glasses down the bridge of his nose. His dark eyes peek out above the frame, sparkling with mirth. “Not one to kiss and tell?”

“No. And neither are you.”

“How would you know that?”

I rack my brain. Oh, yes, I’m a reporter. I discover information about people and things. “Because in my research, you didn’t come out as a player. At least not publicly. That tells me you’re discreet.”

He straightens and puts his glasses back in place. “You’re right. I don’t kiss and tell either. Don’t worry, sweetheart. Our little tryst is between us.”

The relief is intense but short-lived.

“I’ll see you tonight at seven.” He reaches for the coffee tray and bakery box and strolls away, forcing me to follow a quick step behind him. “What? No. It can’t happen again.”

“Seven, Harper. My hotel. We’ll have room service tonight.”

“But…”

“Good morning, Mr. Jacobs, Harper. Isn’t it a beautiful day?”

Sally strolls up the sidewalk, her smile large even while her gaze flicks between us.

“I didn’t expect you to be back today, Mr. Jacobs.”

“I’m in town for a few days to take care of business. Figured I could also meet with the mayor since I’m here. Is there a place in the office I can work from, Sally—a spare desk, or perhaps even the conference room?”

No. Sally, please say the desks are full, and the room is booked for the next month.

“Of course. Follow me.” Ever helpful, Sally takes the lead after Liam holds the door open for her while confidently juggling everything he’s carrying.

With a respectful expression, he waits for me to follow Sally into the building.

As I pass by, however, he leans ever so slightly toward me. “Seven, sharp, Harper,” he whispers.

Chapter7

Harper

Ispent the entire workday hunkered at Macy’s desk, working on several articles for next week’s edition. But I was distracted by the sensation of somebody’s attention on me, strong enough to make the hair on my arms stand.

And, of course, whenever I turned around or lifted my head, I found Liam’s gaze laser-focused on me. Sometimes I’d catch him checking out my body, a naughty expression on his face leaving me to wonder what the hell that brain of his had conjured up.

Other times, he’d be waiting to catch me catch him, and then he’d bob his eyebrows up and down or lick his lips suggestively. The man has a cheeky sense of humor, I’ve discovered.

I had hoped Sally would stuff him into the conference room and close the door. Then I could work in my office without even thinking about him.

Unfortunately, today was also when maintenance started repainting the office space. Because I couldn’t open my mouth fast enough, Marty, Evelyn, and Macy all volunteered to work remotely, leaving Sally to field calls from her desk, with her back to us, while me and the new boss duke it out.

Even though I spent the entire day shaking my head whenever he pointed at his watch, seven o’clock arrived, and here I am, standing in front of his hotel room door.

Why did I come?

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