Seduced By My Billionaire Boss (The Billionaire Boss Series, #1) by Sierra Rose

can’t say it.”
    She shrugged teasingly. “You don’t know what kind of stuff he wears.” She winked. “But with any luck—you’ll find out tonight.”
    “It’s a work dinner—I keep telling you.”
    “Oh, if I know Tom Larchwood—he’ll make you work for it.”
    I smacked her on the shoulder and stood up to get my buzzing phone. “He’s here,” I said, looking down at the text. “How do I look?”
    I was wearing a brand new black cocktail dress—something that cost an insane amount of money considering how little fabric there was. The bottom fell just below my thighs, and the top was a series of intricately woven straps that looped once around my neck to hold itself together. My makeup was simple on the face, but I’d gone with a smoky eye to match the dress.
    That, a bracelet, and some lip gloss were my only accessories. But I was bringing my laptop as well. To be honest, I didn’t really want to—but he’d said this was a work dinner, and work dinner meant computer.
    “You look incredible.” She grinned excitedly. “Now go and make both our business dreams come true by sleeping with a Larchwood. Just don’t end up on TMZ, that celebrity gossip show.”
    “You are impossible!” I shook my head and headed out the door with a grin.
    A black town car was waiting for me. As I approached, Tom slid out from the other side and walked around the back to open the door. He was looking mouthwatering as usual in a dark suit with a silver-blue tie that perfectly complimented his eyes. I tried not to stare, merely smiling politely as I approached. Tom, however, couldn’t keep the admiration off his face as those beautiful eyes gave me a slow once-over, lingering on my curves.
    “We have a lot to discuss about the merger,” he said quickly, holding open the door.
    I nodded, and slipped swiftly into the car.
    We talked about the merger in great detail on the ride to Bello. He told me about his new ideas and I thought they were brilliant. The man was definitely a genius. I opened my laptop and showed him some charts and graphs I’d drawn up and he loved them. He looked over at me a couple times, but his eyes seemed to be having a constant struggle as to whether to look at my legs or the laptop.
    When we got there, the maître d’ led us up past the normal dining area and to a service elevator in the back. Once he’d escorted us there, he left and I looked at Tom curiously.
    “What’s this?”
    He pressed a button and the door closed. “You’ll see.”
    When it opened again—we were in a fairy world.
    I blinked in amazement as I stepped out onto the roof terrace. Little twinkle lights had been strung in a beautifully tangled web from corner to corner, and there were marble space heaters set up in tasteful columns to provide warmth. A candlelit table stood in the middle, complete with crystal stemware and a bunch of white roses on top.
    “Oh my gosh!” I squealed. “This is gorgeous!”
    “You like?”
    “Like? I love it!”
    Alright, the briefcase felt very clunky in my hand by now. Tom eased it gently away and set it by the door. Then, taking my hand, he led me to the table and pulled back a chair.
    I sat down silently, face aglow from the candles. But when he sat down across from me, I couldn’t help but ask. “This is a work dinner? With champagne?”
    “Do you see this?” He pulled out a single page from the merger. It was an appendix, or a translation glossary, or something equally useless. I watched with wide eyes as he wedged it beneath his wine glass. “Now it’s a work dinner.”
    I bit back a smile as he poured me a glass of champagne.
    “To your hard work—not bad for your first week on the job,” he toasted.
    I raised my glass and countered, “To your hard work. I couldn’t have done it without you.”
    “To us.” He smiled. “We make a good team.”
    “To us,” I agreed.
    We clinked glasses and took a sip, each of us staring at the other over the top of the sparkling