Redeeming The Billionaire (The Sherbrookes of Newport Book 5) by Christina Tetreault Page A
Authors: Christina Tetreault
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shared information about herself without first worrying about how he might interpret her words. She let her true feelings regarding family show rather than try to distance herself from them as many people he met did. At the same time she never kissed up to him. At least as far as he could tell, she treated him the same way she would any other person or client.
Taking a gulp from the soda can in his hand, he propped his feet up on the coffee table as he planned their upcoming night out. First, they would have a romantic dinner at perhaps Lucerne. One of their secluded tables would do. Then they’d take a stroll down to Waterplace Park to watch WaterFire. Afterward, he’d take her back here for a drink or two. Once back at his place, he’d let her determine just how far things went. While Marty complained things with Addie were moving too slow, Trent disagreed. If he moved too fast it might spook her. While she was a well-educated businesswoman, she came across as a woman who didn’t date a lot. Hell, she even blushed from time to time. Truthfully, it wouldn’t shock him if he learned she hadn’t gone on a single date since the end of her last relationship. And thanks to Marty’s research he knew that relationship ended more than a year ago. Although if that was true, the men she came into contact with must be blind.
Addie didn’t resemble the supermodels that walked the runways in Paris or New York or the actresses that he’d dated over the years. Rather, she reminded him more of Sports Illustrated ’s recent mega star that had graced their summer swimsuit issue. She had curves in all the right places and didn’t look as if she’d fall over if a strong breeze came through.
A picture of Addie dressed in a bikini like the one worn on the cover of this year’s swimsuit issue formed in his mind, and Trent smiled at the mental image. While he found fashion models and movie stars just as attractive as the next guy, he’d always favored those who looked fit and healthy. Those that looked like they ate more than once a month. His expert eye told him that description fit Addie and he was looking forward to finding that out for himself.
Trent took another swig from his soda, and he considered whether or not to return Marty’s call tonight. He’d left a message earlier in the afternoon inquiring about a status update. Should he call him now and let him know that things were progressing as planned or wait until later that weekend? Let him wait . Marty worked for him, not the other way around. If he chose to take things slow with Addie that was his business.
Pulling his phone from his pocket, Trent switched the device off. Then he turned on the television and settled in for another night alone.
Chapter 8
Halfway out the door Saturday night, Trent turned and went back into the kitchen. An hour earlier the florist had delivered a dozen long stem roses to his apartment per his instructions. Roses he intended for Addie. It’d be rather difficult to give her the flowers when he picked her up if they remained on his kitchen counter. Rarely did he bring flowers to a woman. In fact, the last time he’d given flowers to anyone it had been as part of his sister’s birthday present. Allison, much like their mother, adored flowers. Addie struck him as the type who’d appreciate flowers, and a lot was riding on their date tonight. Despite their earlier interactions, tonight he needed to make it clear his interest ran deeper than simple business. At the same time, he needed to come across as sincere and the type of man she would want in her life. The playboy in the media needed to disappear.
Confident he had all he needed, Trent closed the door and headed for his private elevator. Yup, tonight’s perhaps the most important date of your life. Don’t fuck it up. The elevator door closed on that thought and began its way down to the lobby.
When he pulled into Addie’s driveway a short while later, only her Corolla
Taking a gulp from the soda can in his hand, he propped his feet up on the coffee table as he planned their upcoming night out. First, they would have a romantic dinner at perhaps Lucerne. One of their secluded tables would do. Then they’d take a stroll down to Waterplace Park to watch WaterFire. Afterward, he’d take her back here for a drink or two. Once back at his place, he’d let her determine just how far things went. While Marty complained things with Addie were moving too slow, Trent disagreed. If he moved too fast it might spook her. While she was a well-educated businesswoman, she came across as a woman who didn’t date a lot. Hell, she even blushed from time to time. Truthfully, it wouldn’t shock him if he learned she hadn’t gone on a single date since the end of her last relationship. And thanks to Marty’s research he knew that relationship ended more than a year ago. Although if that was true, the men she came into contact with must be blind.
Addie didn’t resemble the supermodels that walked the runways in Paris or New York or the actresses that he’d dated over the years. Rather, she reminded him more of Sports Illustrated ’s recent mega star that had graced their summer swimsuit issue. She had curves in all the right places and didn’t look as if she’d fall over if a strong breeze came through.
A picture of Addie dressed in a bikini like the one worn on the cover of this year’s swimsuit issue formed in his mind, and Trent smiled at the mental image. While he found fashion models and movie stars just as attractive as the next guy, he’d always favored those who looked fit and healthy. Those that looked like they ate more than once a month. His expert eye told him that description fit Addie and he was looking forward to finding that out for himself.
Trent took another swig from his soda, and he considered whether or not to return Marty’s call tonight. He’d left a message earlier in the afternoon inquiring about a status update. Should he call him now and let him know that things were progressing as planned or wait until later that weekend? Let him wait . Marty worked for him, not the other way around. If he chose to take things slow with Addie that was his business.
Pulling his phone from his pocket, Trent switched the device off. Then he turned on the television and settled in for another night alone.
Chapter 8
Halfway out the door Saturday night, Trent turned and went back into the kitchen. An hour earlier the florist had delivered a dozen long stem roses to his apartment per his instructions. Roses he intended for Addie. It’d be rather difficult to give her the flowers when he picked her up if they remained on his kitchen counter. Rarely did he bring flowers to a woman. In fact, the last time he’d given flowers to anyone it had been as part of his sister’s birthday present. Allison, much like their mother, adored flowers. Addie struck him as the type who’d appreciate flowers, and a lot was riding on their date tonight. Despite their earlier interactions, tonight he needed to make it clear his interest ran deeper than simple business. At the same time, he needed to come across as sincere and the type of man she would want in her life. The playboy in the media needed to disappear.
Confident he had all he needed, Trent closed the door and headed for his private elevator. Yup, tonight’s perhaps the most important date of your life. Don’t fuck it up. The elevator door closed on that thought and began its way down to the lobby.
When he pulled into Addie’s driveway a short while later, only her Corolla
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