Millionaire Romance: In Love With My Personal Assistant - A Contemporary Romance (Millionaire Romance, Contemporary Romance, Comedy Romance Book 2) by Audrey Tolhouse Page B
Authors: Audrey Tolhouse
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up?”
“Born and raised.”
Jennifer turned to him. “When did you make it out to the city?”
“After I made my first ten million,” James leaned back into the seats and sighed. “It seems like ages ago but it was really only 15 years,” he smirked. “Wow, I’m suddenly feeling very old.”
“Oh, come on,” Jennifer teased, she pushed at James’s leg with her own and crossed her hands over her chest. Her eyes twinkled. “34 is hardly old.” James eyed Jennifer thoughtfully. “It’s a seasoned age with style.”
“I just realized something,” James stared at Jennifer blankly.
“What?”
“Was I your first real job?”
Jennifer tried to surpress a smile, but failed. After a moment of hesitation, she answered.
“At the ripe age of 23, yes. Yes, you were,” she bite back a smile. James grinned.
“I’m glad it was you,” he said finally.
Jennifer lowered her gaze and took an interest in her purse. Before the silence could blossom around them, James’s phone began to vibrate and ring within his palms. He didn’t bother looking at the caller, but pressed one of the buttons along the side of his phone to silence the call. Lifting her head with renewed determination, Jennifer smirked and nodded towards the phone.
“Aren’t you going to see who it is?” She asked slyly. James ignored her taunt.
“No,” James said with a straight face. He stared back at Jennifer unashamedly, but she didn’t back down.
“Do you want me to answer for you?” Her smile doubled, “As your assistant?” James leaned towards her.
“No,” his voice was stern. He wasn’t a fool; he knew that Jennifer knew damn well who was calling him.
“I can’t believe you didn’t change the ringtone,” Jennifer smirked. “You two still talking?”
James pressed his lips together irritably. “I’m not.”
“But she still calls you…” Jennifer let her voice trail. James turned in his seat to her squarely.
“I don’t call her. She’s called a couple of times but,” he shrugged, “I haven’t been available to see what she wants.”
With another teasing smirk, Jennifer flicked hair over her shoulders. “Do you plan on talking to her?”
“No,” James answered quickly, “not if I can help it,” he softened some. “But, if I run in to her, I’ll be cordial.”
Jennifer nodded, and then took a deep breath. “Well, for what it’s worth, I think she lost a good man.” James smiled at the kind sentiment.
“I think that’s worth a lot,” he said softly, holding Jennifer’s gaze steady. He pressed his lips together and looked out the car window. He didn’t want to discuss Katie. She was just another reminder of his stupidity for the past two years.
Silence fell, but it didn’t bother James. He searched for a way to transition to the job, and found it when the driver turned onto the road that would take them to their destination.
James cleared his throat and instructed Jennifer on what she could expect. These were old men who believed in the old way of doing things. They were hesitant to make changes. Even with their impressive age difference, the one common denominator these men would have in common was money. They understood that talk. The meeting was just to wet their lips about the services they offered.
Jennifer was every bit of inquisitive about New Jersey being the place James used to call home so many years ago, but she stayed focused to the business and tapered her questions. James still ntoiced her wondering eyes about the slowness of the suburb.
He wondered briefly what she would think about him coming from such a no name place. Seriously. No one but those from Summit really knew about it. This close to the New York, many only knew about Jersey City and Newark; but there were several little townships that branched out from those larger cities where many affluent individuals decided to live. Many communted to New York for work, just like any other border metropolis hovering close to
“Born and raised.”
Jennifer turned to him. “When did you make it out to the city?”
“After I made my first ten million,” James leaned back into the seats and sighed. “It seems like ages ago but it was really only 15 years,” he smirked. “Wow, I’m suddenly feeling very old.”
“Oh, come on,” Jennifer teased, she pushed at James’s leg with her own and crossed her hands over her chest. Her eyes twinkled. “34 is hardly old.” James eyed Jennifer thoughtfully. “It’s a seasoned age with style.”
“I just realized something,” James stared at Jennifer blankly.
“What?”
“Was I your first real job?”
Jennifer tried to surpress a smile, but failed. After a moment of hesitation, she answered.
“At the ripe age of 23, yes. Yes, you were,” she bite back a smile. James grinned.
“I’m glad it was you,” he said finally.
Jennifer lowered her gaze and took an interest in her purse. Before the silence could blossom around them, James’s phone began to vibrate and ring within his palms. He didn’t bother looking at the caller, but pressed one of the buttons along the side of his phone to silence the call. Lifting her head with renewed determination, Jennifer smirked and nodded towards the phone.
“Aren’t you going to see who it is?” She asked slyly. James ignored her taunt.
“No,” James said with a straight face. He stared back at Jennifer unashamedly, but she didn’t back down.
“Do you want me to answer for you?” Her smile doubled, “As your assistant?” James leaned towards her.
“No,” his voice was stern. He wasn’t a fool; he knew that Jennifer knew damn well who was calling him.
“I can’t believe you didn’t change the ringtone,” Jennifer smirked. “You two still talking?”
James pressed his lips together irritably. “I’m not.”
“But she still calls you…” Jennifer let her voice trail. James turned in his seat to her squarely.
“I don’t call her. She’s called a couple of times but,” he shrugged, “I haven’t been available to see what she wants.”
With another teasing smirk, Jennifer flicked hair over her shoulders. “Do you plan on talking to her?”
“No,” James answered quickly, “not if I can help it,” he softened some. “But, if I run in to her, I’ll be cordial.”
Jennifer nodded, and then took a deep breath. “Well, for what it’s worth, I think she lost a good man.” James smiled at the kind sentiment.
“I think that’s worth a lot,” he said softly, holding Jennifer’s gaze steady. He pressed his lips together and looked out the car window. He didn’t want to discuss Katie. She was just another reminder of his stupidity for the past two years.
Silence fell, but it didn’t bother James. He searched for a way to transition to the job, and found it when the driver turned onto the road that would take them to their destination.
James cleared his throat and instructed Jennifer on what she could expect. These were old men who believed in the old way of doing things. They were hesitant to make changes. Even with their impressive age difference, the one common denominator these men would have in common was money. They understood that talk. The meeting was just to wet their lips about the services they offered.
Jennifer was every bit of inquisitive about New Jersey being the place James used to call home so many years ago, but she stayed focused to the business and tapered her questions. James still ntoiced her wondering eyes about the slowness of the suburb.
He wondered briefly what she would think about him coming from such a no name place. Seriously. No one but those from Summit really knew about it. This close to the New York, many only knew about Jersey City and Newark; but there were several little townships that branched out from those larger cities where many affluent individuals decided to live. Many communted to New York for work, just like any other border metropolis hovering close to
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