Millionaire Romance: In Love With My Boss - A Contemporary Romance (Millionaire Romance, Contemporary Romance, Comedy Romance Book 1) by Audrey Tolhouse Page B
Authors: Audrey Tolhouse
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inside of her room. “You heard James on the phone.”
Andrew nodded. “I did hear him,” he responded. “What are you having for dinner then?”
Jennifer chuckled, a bit exasperated. She ran a hand through her hair. “I haven’t thought about that yet.”
“So why not let me take you to dinner?” He rolled his eyes playfully as if the answer didn’t need more consideration. “I already made reservations. I’ll drive.”
“This report is huge,” Jennifer’s voice was flat. She shook her head.
“Let me help you.”
Jennifer studied Andrew. He was relaxed, and his words were a smoothing comfort to the strings of tension rattling throughout her body.
“This deal doesn’t just rest with you. I’m a partner now. That means your job is my interest too. James has you do so much because you’re the only one he had . I can help you with the presentation tomorrow. I bet you haven’t even eaten since Castle Rock.”
Jennifer touched her stomach. She looked down, feeling her insides grumble in agreement. She hadn’t given dinner much thought and probably would have just ordered in, if at all.
“You work so hard,” Andrew continued. He reached for her face and stroked the bottom of her chin with a curled index finger. Jennifer smiled at his touch. “Why don’t you just give yourself a break and eat like a human tonight with me?” Andrew leaned against the door post with a shoulder. He seemed to tower over her even with the lazy lean he had moved into.
“C’mon, Jessica.”
Jennifer arched a lip. “Jessica?”
Andrew smiled. “You forgot to look her up, didn’t you?”
Jennifer warmed at Andrew’s soft voice. She rolled her eyes playfully.
“You can look her up at dinner with me.”
He pulled a grin from Jennifer. She wasn’t quite sure how he was able to do that to her. She was a workaholic, and never shared so much as a secret with other employees of the office. She considered his words. James did keep her pretty busy with requests, expectations, and work. She had never actually thought much about it. He paid her very well to be at his beck and call, so that’s what she did. Hearing Andrew speak about her work ethic made her feel proud.
She glanced into the room and towards the bed, where papers had been strewn across the her makeshift work table. She knew it wasn’t a good idea to work where you sleep, but the bed always seemed much more efficient than a desk. Meeting Andrew’s eyes again, Jennifer shrugged. She had changed from her moist romper knee high yoga pants and a tank. Andrew was back in professional casual wear, slacks, a collared shirt, and a thin black belt to seal it all together. He really knew how to dress well, as most millionaires did.
“Formal?” Jennifer asked.
“Yeah. A cute dress or something. Can you be ready in ten minutes?”
Not likely. The light curls Jennifer love to bump her hair with for volume had completely fallen out during the hike earlier. Absently, she ran a hand through her hair and looked down at the handful she held.
“It looks good. I promise. Ten minutes. Can you do that?”
“I don’t know,” Jennifer tried to imagine the last time she left her home without curls. She wasn’t even sure when she had come to value them so much.
“Jessica,” Andrew grinned at her. “You look,” he paused on a word, his face changing, “You look great with it just the way it is. You’ll be all right. I like it straight.”
She wasn’t sure how he could tell she felt uneasy about her hair, probably from the way she kept looking at it in her hands. Jennifer felt a discomfort creeping over her. She crossed her arms over her chest and took a step into her room.
Andrew reached for her wrist. “Is your hair naturally curly?” He asked suddenly.
Jennifer tried to hide the flush in her face. “No. But I was told I look better with more volume,” she looked down, feeling stupid for talking about it out loud with Andrew. What did it matter to
Andrew nodded. “I did hear him,” he responded. “What are you having for dinner then?”
Jennifer chuckled, a bit exasperated. She ran a hand through her hair. “I haven’t thought about that yet.”
“So why not let me take you to dinner?” He rolled his eyes playfully as if the answer didn’t need more consideration. “I already made reservations. I’ll drive.”
“This report is huge,” Jennifer’s voice was flat. She shook her head.
“Let me help you.”
Jennifer studied Andrew. He was relaxed, and his words were a smoothing comfort to the strings of tension rattling throughout her body.
“This deal doesn’t just rest with you. I’m a partner now. That means your job is my interest too. James has you do so much because you’re the only one he had . I can help you with the presentation tomorrow. I bet you haven’t even eaten since Castle Rock.”
Jennifer touched her stomach. She looked down, feeling her insides grumble in agreement. She hadn’t given dinner much thought and probably would have just ordered in, if at all.
“You work so hard,” Andrew continued. He reached for her face and stroked the bottom of her chin with a curled index finger. Jennifer smiled at his touch. “Why don’t you just give yourself a break and eat like a human tonight with me?” Andrew leaned against the door post with a shoulder. He seemed to tower over her even with the lazy lean he had moved into.
“C’mon, Jessica.”
Jennifer arched a lip. “Jessica?”
Andrew smiled. “You forgot to look her up, didn’t you?”
Jennifer warmed at Andrew’s soft voice. She rolled her eyes playfully.
“You can look her up at dinner with me.”
He pulled a grin from Jennifer. She wasn’t quite sure how he was able to do that to her. She was a workaholic, and never shared so much as a secret with other employees of the office. She considered his words. James did keep her pretty busy with requests, expectations, and work. She had never actually thought much about it. He paid her very well to be at his beck and call, so that’s what she did. Hearing Andrew speak about her work ethic made her feel proud.
She glanced into the room and towards the bed, where papers had been strewn across the her makeshift work table. She knew it wasn’t a good idea to work where you sleep, but the bed always seemed much more efficient than a desk. Meeting Andrew’s eyes again, Jennifer shrugged. She had changed from her moist romper knee high yoga pants and a tank. Andrew was back in professional casual wear, slacks, a collared shirt, and a thin black belt to seal it all together. He really knew how to dress well, as most millionaires did.
“Formal?” Jennifer asked.
“Yeah. A cute dress or something. Can you be ready in ten minutes?”
Not likely. The light curls Jennifer love to bump her hair with for volume had completely fallen out during the hike earlier. Absently, she ran a hand through her hair and looked down at the handful she held.
“It looks good. I promise. Ten minutes. Can you do that?”
“I don’t know,” Jennifer tried to imagine the last time she left her home without curls. She wasn’t even sure when she had come to value them so much.
“Jessica,” Andrew grinned at her. “You look,” he paused on a word, his face changing, “You look great with it just the way it is. You’ll be all right. I like it straight.”
She wasn’t sure how he could tell she felt uneasy about her hair, probably from the way she kept looking at it in her hands. Jennifer felt a discomfort creeping over her. She crossed her arms over her chest and took a step into her room.
Andrew reached for her wrist. “Is your hair naturally curly?” He asked suddenly.
Jennifer tried to hide the flush in her face. “No. But I was told I look better with more volume,” she looked down, feeling stupid for talking about it out loud with Andrew. What did it matter to
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