It Takes Two Book 4 (The Matchmaker Series, Book 4): An Alpha Billionaire Romance by Ellie Danes
Authors: Ellie Danes
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I squinted as the sun’s rays hit my face full force on the freeway. I pulled down the driver’s side mirror, glad when it blocked what looked like a huge ball of light, so I could see the road. It was getting late, but I had almost made it home, miraculously. My car groaned beneath me, as if she knew how far the apartment was from her current position and was ready to settle down in the parking garage for the night.
“You can do it,” I told her, laughing.
The sound of my own laugh startled me. Butterflies still fluttered in my stomach, although I had been out of Mason’s presence for a while now. I couldn’t get the image of him out of my mind; the way he had stood there, holding my hand, telling me I’d be perfect at the job while at the time the only thing I could really think about was my fantasy with him.
Had he even noticed how much I had been affected by that fantasy, or that the fantasy had been about him? He’d hardly given any indication of emotion other than curiosity as we had sat in that parlor room, with the camera rolling. But the look he had given me right before I had left; I couldn’t wipe it from my memory. The way his blue eyes had quite literally danced in anticipation, how he looked down at me, the warmth of his smile, and the smell of his body encompassing me even from where I had stood by the doorway—I had to stop myself, already feeling my leg muscles tighten. I kept both hands firmly on the wheel, happy to have something to hold onto, this time. What I would have given for him to move his hands to my waist, to press the length of his body against mine.
My phone rang with a synthetic tingle of bells that echoed throughout car. I looked down, then back at the road. Most of the cars had gone for the day, leaving only a few stragglers like myself to navigate back home down the road.
I attempted to stay focused on the road as I picked up my phone and flipped it on, looking down briefly to find a text message from Sandra, one of my co-workers at the bar.
Hey, can you take my shift 2nite? :) ;)
I sighed. This wasn’t the first time Sandra had wanted me to cover for her, and I was sure it wouldn’t be the last. For over a year I had dealt with waitressing to the patrons at the small, smelly bar, bringing dirty men their drinks and avoiding the glares of some of the women who went there regularly.
Yes, but now you have a new job . I smiled to myself as I thought about working with Mason and the leaving it all behind for something better. Something pleasant.
The statement was true. I did have a new job, one that would pay probably more in one night than what I could make in a week toting drinks and beer from the dirty bar to the half intoxicated patrons. Plus, I’d be around Mason. Although I hated to admit it to myself, the prospect of having his eyes scanning me again, looking my body up and down like he had at the doorway to the mansion, exhilarated me. More than exhilarated me, actually. He had said we’d be working closely together. I smiled to myself, throwing my phone onto the passenger seat and gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands again.
My smile faded a little as logic began to settle in. Of course, I couldn’t quit my job completely. As much as I wanted to believe working with Mason would be perfect, I knew from experience that things rarely went according to plan, and losing my job could set everything back. I hardly knew Mason, after all.
I wouldn’t fill in for Sandra, at least not tonight, but now wasn’t the time to quit either. This new job would be a calculated risk; I had to make sure I was making the right move.
I took the exit toward Birch street, speeding a little, wanting to get home and relax for the night after such an exciting day. Avery shouldn’t be home since she was on her date. Although I loved her dearly, sometimes being in the apartment without her was a breath of fresh air, a chance to catch up on things and take
I squinted as the sun’s rays hit my face full force on the freeway. I pulled down the driver’s side mirror, glad when it blocked what looked like a huge ball of light, so I could see the road. It was getting late, but I had almost made it home, miraculously. My car groaned beneath me, as if she knew how far the apartment was from her current position and was ready to settle down in the parking garage for the night.
“You can do it,” I told her, laughing.
The sound of my own laugh startled me. Butterflies still fluttered in my stomach, although I had been out of Mason’s presence for a while now. I couldn’t get the image of him out of my mind; the way he had stood there, holding my hand, telling me I’d be perfect at the job while at the time the only thing I could really think about was my fantasy with him.
Had he even noticed how much I had been affected by that fantasy, or that the fantasy had been about him? He’d hardly given any indication of emotion other than curiosity as we had sat in that parlor room, with the camera rolling. But the look he had given me right before I had left; I couldn’t wipe it from my memory. The way his blue eyes had quite literally danced in anticipation, how he looked down at me, the warmth of his smile, and the smell of his body encompassing me even from where I had stood by the doorway—I had to stop myself, already feeling my leg muscles tighten. I kept both hands firmly on the wheel, happy to have something to hold onto, this time. What I would have given for him to move his hands to my waist, to press the length of his body against mine.
My phone rang with a synthetic tingle of bells that echoed throughout car. I looked down, then back at the road. Most of the cars had gone for the day, leaving only a few stragglers like myself to navigate back home down the road.
I attempted to stay focused on the road as I picked up my phone and flipped it on, looking down briefly to find a text message from Sandra, one of my co-workers at the bar.
Hey, can you take my shift 2nite? :) ;)
I sighed. This wasn’t the first time Sandra had wanted me to cover for her, and I was sure it wouldn’t be the last. For over a year I had dealt with waitressing to the patrons at the small, smelly bar, bringing dirty men their drinks and avoiding the glares of some of the women who went there regularly.
Yes, but now you have a new job . I smiled to myself as I thought about working with Mason and the leaving it all behind for something better. Something pleasant.
The statement was true. I did have a new job, one that would pay probably more in one night than what I could make in a week toting drinks and beer from the dirty bar to the half intoxicated patrons. Plus, I’d be around Mason. Although I hated to admit it to myself, the prospect of having his eyes scanning me again, looking my body up and down like he had at the doorway to the mansion, exhilarated me. More than exhilarated me, actually. He had said we’d be working closely together. I smiled to myself, throwing my phone onto the passenger seat and gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands again.
My smile faded a little as logic began to settle in. Of course, I couldn’t quit my job completely. As much as I wanted to believe working with Mason would be perfect, I knew from experience that things rarely went according to plan, and losing my job could set everything back. I hardly knew Mason, after all.
I wouldn’t fill in for Sandra, at least not tonight, but now wasn’t the time to quit either. This new job would be a calculated risk; I had to make sure I was making the right move.
I took the exit toward Birch street, speeding a little, wanting to get home and relax for the night after such an exciting day. Avery shouldn’t be home since she was on her date. Although I loved her dearly, sometimes being in the apartment without her was a breath of fresh air, a chance to catch up on things and take
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