Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 84219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Anything for you, mystery man.”
I hear the fucker chuckle before I hang up on him.
Glaring at Renzo, I mutter, “I really fucking hate you for telling them about the mystery man thing.”
Chapter 42
Samantha
I place the tray with coffee and cookies on the corner of Franco’s desk, and leaving his office, I take a seat behind my computer.
Where was I?
I read the last couple of lines, then continue typing the letter I have to send to the bank before ten a.m.
“Morning, Miss Blakely,” Franco suddenly mutters before heading into his office.
What the hell?
I get up from my chair, and following him into the chamber of wrath, I place my hands on my hips and scowl at him. “What was that?”
“What?” he asks as he shrugs off his jacket and hangs it over the back of the chair.
“Morning, Miss Blakely,” I do my best impersonation of him.
He does something weird with his eyes and gives me a chin lift, which only makes me frown more.
“You don’t get to be a grumpy asshole anymore,” I say as I walk closer to him, and jabbing my finger in his chest, I continue, “You don’t get to fuck m–”
A smile spreads over his face as he interrupts me. “We have company.”
“What?”
He gestures to the door, and when I glance over my shoulder, I see Jenny with her jaw practically on the floor.
“Shit,” I mutter before turning away from Franco and walking to my friend.
Grabbing her hand, I pull her to the boardroom.
The moment I shut the door, she shrieks before gasping, “What? Ahhh…” She shakes her head. “What did I just see?”
I let out a sigh as I take a seat at the table. “I’m dating Franco.”
“Oh, you’re on a first-name basis with him?”
“Of course.” I shake my head at her. “He’s my boyfriend. What else would I call him?”
She slumps down in a chair, looking a little stunned. Giving me an unsure look, she asks, “You’re really dating Mr. Vitale and not just hooking up for casual office sex?”
“We’re in a committed relationship,” I say.
Her jaw drops again, then she asks, “When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It’s complicated.” Not knowing what else to say, I throw Franco under the bus as I lie, “Franco wanted to keep it a secret until we were official, so I couldn’t tell you.”
“How long have you two been dating?”
“A week.”
Her eyebrow lifts. “So it’s still pretty new.”
“We’ve been official a week but have been talking about it for a month or so.”
She glances through the windows at Franco’s office, then looks back to me. “The other women are going to be so freaking jealous when I tell them.” Shaking her head, she gives me a confused look. “I thought we hated him?”
“We kinda did,” I chuckle. “He’s actually very different when you get to know him.”
She leans forward as if I’m busy giving her the inside scoop of a lifetime. “Different how?”
“Well, he’s kind and caring.” I lean forward as well. “He’s actually pretty amazing.”
Jenny’s features soften. “You look smitten with him.”
“I am,” I chuckle before I admit, “I love him.”
“Damn, he must be good in bed if you love him after a week of dating.”
Laughter bursts from me. “Like I said, it’s complicated. I can’t tell you everything.”
Her eyes grow bigger. “Oooh, did he make you sign an NDA?”
Taking the out she gives me, I nod. “Yes.”
“Shoot.” A smile forms on her face again. “Will he be your plus one to my wedding?”
“Definitely.”
Her smile widens, then she playfully slaps me on the knee. “Damn, girl, you landed yourself a billionaire.”
Shaking my head, I say, “It’s not about the money.”
“I didn’t say it was. I just think it’s cool.”
I hear the phone ring and tap the button on my earpiece to answer the call. “Mr. Vitale’s office. Samantha speaking.”
“Do you need me to save you?” Franco asks.
My mouth curves up. “No, I can handle it on my own.”
“Okay, baby.”
The call ends, and I turn my attention back to Jenny.
“Was that him?” she asks.
“Yes, he says you need to get back to work,” I say with a dead-serious expression.
“Shit.”
Just as she darts to her feet, I laugh and say, “I’m kidding. Sit down.”
She gives me a playful scowl. “You’ll give me a heart attack. You might be dating the boss, but the rest of us are still scared of him.” She seems to realize something, then says, “I actually came up here to ask whether you’ll go to a wedding dress fitting with me on Saturday morning.”
“Of course! Just tell me what time and where we’re meeting.”
She gets up from the chair. “I better get back to my desk. I’ll text you the details for Saturday.”
“Okay.” Then I remember Via. “Oh, Franco gave me a bodyguard. Her name is Via. She’ll be with me.”
Jenny looks stunned for a second. “A bodyguard? Why?”