Girl Meets Billionaire

by Aubrey, Brenna

  “Because you’ll break your back. Wait for the guys.”

  My voice was firm. I didn’t want her to exert herself. She tilted her head to one side, pushing my hand away.

  “Do you think you can give me orders just because your dick’s been inside me?”

  She was a spitfire. And hearing the word “dick” from her mouth turned me on.

  “I’m not giving you orders. Just looking out for you.”

  “Right,” she countered, but her expression had softened a bit. “I’m a tough girl, Landon.”

  “I’m not questioning that. But the laws of physics still apply to you. I’ll help you unload them.”

  “And wrinkle this mouthwatering suit? It would completely offset the effect of the cuff links. You’ll do no such thing. If you think—”

  I pulled her into a kiss, eating up all her fire and sass, palming her butt and rolling her hips against mine.

  I’d been semi-hard all morning, but now there was no semi about it. When I ground her against me, I could feel her nipples pebble even through her bra and work shirt. What this woman did to me was insane. My shoes sank into the earth as I scooped her up by her ass. She wound her arms around my neck, her knees pressing at my sides.

  I kissed her until the sound of the front gate opening reached us. Maddie pulled back, gasping as I put her down.

  “I don’t want the guys to see me like this,” she said.

  “Why not?”

  “Because I’m their boss.”

  I dragged my thumb across the skin around her lips, which was red from our kiss. I’d marked her as mine.

  “I’ve messed you up,” she murmured, arranging the collars of my shirt and suit. “Good luck today, Landon.”

  I took one of her hands and kissed her palm, holding it to my lips. I’d loved waking up next to her, feeling her warm little body next to me. I’d been cradling her in my arms and hadn’t been ready to let go. I wasn’t ready now either, but we had to start our day.

  I took a cab to the office and called Adam on the way. As I’d predicted, he hated my news.

  “Landon, you can’t do that, man. Look, I’m sorry this is a bad time for Val, but it’s not peachy around here either. Sullivan is going back on every point. He’s trying to renegotiate everything, and he’s aggressive. He’ll have a field day when he finds out you won’t be back for another six weeks.”

  “Adam, you’re my acting CEO. Sullivan knows that.”

  “Yes, but I don’t actually own this company, and that diminishes my decision power. Is Val’s project really worth the risk of striking a bad deal with Sullivan? Or the deal falling through?”

  A chill ran down my spine. Clenching my teeth, I looked out the window. I wanted to grow the company to be a force to be reckoned with. Our investors required the same. To set up the company, I’d had no choice but to take outside investment, and I’d had to give away shares in exchange. I owned 49 percent, the rest was distributed among the various investors, and they wanted larger profits. I’d brought the company as far as I possibly could have, but I couldn’t bring it to the next level on my own.

  I needed more funds, or a partner with access to a wider distribution network, which was what Sullivan was bringing to the table. More funds meant an IPO or bringing in even more investors, which I didn’t want because I’d have to give up even more shares and control. The partnership with Sullivan was my best option, which was why I needed the deal to go through. But this couldn’t be helped.

  While Adam was a close friend, he didn’t understand how deep family ties went in the Connor clan. Explaining myself further wasn’t going to change things, and I didn’t care to do it anyway. Ultimately, I was in charge. Adam had to do what I decided.

  “I’m needed here, Adam. I’m officially not on vacation anymore, so I can be contacted at any hour after today. I’m taking the time to reacquaint myself with Val’s company. I can give you ten minutes right now to discuss any urgent matters.”

  Two things became clear within a few hours in Val’s shoes. One: she was more efficient than 90 percent of the people I knew. Two: she didn’t delegate jack shit. She oversaw everything from executive decisions to small operative details. Nothing escaped her sharp mind, or pen. Almost everything needed her approval.

  “We need approval for the shipments—”

  “The samples will arrive today. We need you in the conference room at two.”

  “The budget still needs changing.”

  “When is Val coming back?”

  “She hasn’t replied to our e-mails. That hasn’t—”

  I jumped in. “And she won’t be replying for the time being.”

  I felt like I was on a baseball field, fielding balls left and right, with several hitting me straight in the face while I was busy with others. Val’s daily to-do list was busy enough for two people to hack away at it until their eyes watered. In the rare moments when I was alone in the office, I went over the budget for the department store line, but the constant interruptions made it impossible to concentrate. Val led an open-door policy I did not appreciate.

  Her assistant stepped in just as I’d started making notes.

  “Mr. Connor, we need you down in shipping. We—”

  “No.”

  “I’m sorry?”

  “Look—Angelica, that’s your name, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I will not be available for the next two hours.”

  Her face drained of color. “But—”

  “No ifs or buts. I will be here in the office, but I don’t want anyone to disturb me.”

  “Val called.”

  Jesus. My sister was still in the hospital.

  “Right. Until I tell you differently, you will not be taking my sister’s calls. I will also need you to prepare a briefing for me. Include every major topic along the value chain.”

  Angelica looked at me like I was mad, but she nodded and left the office. I closed the door behind her, taking a deep breath. I needed to draw up a plan, a damn good one. And unlike Val, I needed silence to think things through.

  The offices hadn’t been here when I was with the company. We had fewer employees, so we didn’t need an entire building anyway. Val was smart to move everything here when the company grew. It was far enough from her house to make commuting a pain, but land was cheap, so she’d bought it, saving a lot on rent.

  I sat behind the desk, which Val had positioned in the south corner of the room. I could as easily glance at the door and out the window. Maddie’s garden stretched outside. Even from here, it looked like the calm-inducing oasis Val described. I rose from my seat, grabbed the laptop, a pen, and some papers, and headed out of the office.

  A few minutes later, I stepped inside the small park. It was amazing. A wide cobblestone path snaked through the center, and several narrower ones sprung to the sides. Everywhere I looked, it was green, with the occasional speck of color. I didn’t know the names of the trees, but I recognized a few palm trees and ferns. I snapped a photo of it and sent it to Maddie, along with a text.

  Landon: This is amazing!

  I figured she wouldn’t see it until later, because Maddie didn’t keep the phone with her when she worked. She answered within seconds.

  Maddie: There’s a bench behind that big fern.

  Landon: Thanks.

  I laughed when I found the bench, wondering how I could already miss Maddie. Did she miss me? Maybe she’d kept her phone with her because she’d hoped to hear from me, even though it was more likely that she was waiting for a business call. This morning had felt like a slice of someone else’s life: waking up next to her, our closeness, her cute determination to smooth the hell out of my shirt and suit. How would life feel if every morning started this way?

  I allowed that fantasy to take over just for a moment before diving into work.

  Chapter Twenty

  Maddie

  Over the next few days, Val’s house became a revolving door for her entire f
amily. Will stopped by every day to check on her, Lori brought food by, and Hailey had flown in for a quick visit the day Val was brought home. Jace had visited her daily between his training sessions, and seeing a six-foot-three soccer player hover around his sister as if she were a baby was endearing to watch.

  Val’s yard was looking so much better. The mason was scheduled to work on the stone steps next week, and I still had some work left, but I’d planted drought-resistant plants like the California mountain lilac and California yarrow on each of the terrace levels.

  I still had to plant two Jacaranda trees near the outer edges of the porch, and on Thursday morning, I went to pick them up from Elise’s Plants and Flowers.

  Elise was hands down my favorite supplier. She owned a small shop, but anything I needed, Elise could make it happen in half the time anyone else did, and at a decent price.

  “Everything okay? You seem a little on edge,” I said as she helped me load the baby Jacaranda trees in the back of my Chevy. Her raven-dark hair was piled up in a bun on top of her head, and she just looked tired.

  “Yeah, I’m just… redoing my website, hoping it’ll bring in more business. I just don’t know how to pimp it up.”

  “I could give you a testimonial. Or better yet, you could include the pictures from the Murieta project.” That was the one I won the Best Garden award for.

  Her eyes widened. “Are you sure? I don’t want to steal your laurels.”

  “You’re not stealing anything, Elise. You really should list it. I bought all those flowers from you.”

  “Okay, I’ll do it. Thanks. You sure have a knack for business, girl.”

  I left her shop with a smile on my face, brainstorming other possibilities for cross promoting. Elise and I were both one-woman shows, even though she did have two part-time employees. She had suggested a formal partnership a few months ago, but I didn’t want that. The mere word partnership still brought memories of lawyers, financial messes, and feeling small. However, it was smart to use our synergies. I was bursting with excitement when I pulled into Val’s driveway.

  My time with Landon was limited to sharing a morning coffee in his sister’s kitchen. I was happy to spend any time with him at all, but I couldn’t help wanting more. I was working up the courage to ask him to spend a night or two (or every night) at my house, but I didn’t know if inviting him even deeper into my life was a good idea. I’d put defenses in place, but he seemed to demolish them with every kiss, every stolen moment together.

  “What are you doing this evening?” he asked on Friday morning. I was on my second coffee. I usually didn’t drink more than one, but Landon never left before I finished, which made me want to drink an entire bucket if it meant he’d stay around a little longer.

  “Nothing planned yet.”

  I was perched on the kitchen counter, dangling my feet. Landon stepped between my thighs, nudging them farther apart.

  “Keep tonight free.” He looked down at me with that molten gaze of his, and it did delicious things to me. My fingers itched to touch him. I wasn’t particular about where. But if I had a choice, it would be his ass. I wondered if I could run my hands down his back and accidentally on purpose grab it. Maybe I could pass it off as… what? Hmm… maybe I should keep my hands to myself until I came up with a good excuse to grope him in his sister’s kitchen.

  “And why would I do that?” I teased as my stomach whooped and cartwheeled.

  “Because after the family dinner, I want us to spend time together. I haven’t planned anything yet.” He dragged his nose up and down my neck. I loved when he did that. I loved everything he did to me. “I just want to spend time with you,” he went on, placing open-mouthed kisses on my neck. They worked my nerve endings into a frenzy. When he slid me closer to him, wedging his hands under my ass and rolling my hips against him, I figured I had free rein to grope his ass too.

  Damn, I loved his suits. The fabric was so thin it was almost like touching his skin. Almost. He groaned seconds into my exploration of his glutes.

  “Maddie, stop, or I’ll fuck you on this counter.”

  I weighed the cons: Val was upstairs, but common decency dictated this was not okay. Unfortunately, I hadn’t completely forgotten my decency. But I could feel it melting away the longer I felt Landon’s breath on my lips.

  I let go of him, and he immediately took a step back. I sighed at his rumpled shirt.

  “Why do you let me mess you up every morning?” I asked, smoothing the fabric as best I could.

  He swallowed. “I like watching you fix me up.”

  “I like doing it,” I admitted. I liked it a lot. It felt so couple-ish, like he was my man, and I was making sure he looked spotless before he went to work. It was a foolish dream, but I couldn’t help but lose myself in it every morning, or when he sent me texts throughout the day, sharing tidbits about his work or asking about me.

  When our gazes met, a bout of vulnerability crossed his features. It was so raw that I felt it in my chest. Was he having those same thoughts too? I didn’t dare ask, but when he pulled me into a hot and soulful kiss, I kissed him back with all I had.

  That evening, he arrived at six o’clock. I ran into him outside the front gate.

  “Hey!” He raked his gaze longingly over me, stopping on the car keys in my hand. “You’re leaving?”

  “Yeah. I’m done for the day, and I don’t want to be in anyone’s hair.”

  “But we have plans tonight.” The top button of his shirt was open, and he’d rolled up his sleeves again. He looked tired and pissed off.

  “After your dinner. Text me when you’re ready, and I’ll drive back. I won’t be far away. I’m exploring the neighborhood.”

  “Maddie, I’d meant for you to have dinner with us.”

  “Oh! But… this is a family dinner. I’m sure you have a lot to talk about.”

  “No state secrets, I promise.”

  I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, looking down at my red ballerinas. I was flattered he asked, but still didn’t know if I should accept. Wouldn’t the other siblings mind? They’d been warm and welcoming at the Fourth of July celebration, but this felt more intimate.

  “Are you mad at me?”

  I snapped my gaze up, startled. “Why would I be mad?”

  “I know I’ve been neglecting you for the past few days. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

  I stepped closer, covering his mouth with my hand. “Stop, Landon. I’m not mad. You’ve been working. I understand.”

  I felt him smile against my hand before he pushed it away. “So you didn’t miss me.”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “So you did?”

  “I didn’t say that either,” I teased. He drew the contour of my mouth with his thumb, then tugged my lower lip between his teeth. I stilled, letting him continue with the ministrations. He didn’t outright kiss me, just teased me until I ached for him. We were in front of Val’s gate, where any neighbors or passersby could see us, and I didn’t care. I was like a besotted schoolgirl when it came to Landon.

  I took in his body language. He was on edge, and I wanted to take that edge off, so I kissed him with all I had. He kissed me back with fervor, as if he’d been starved for me the whole day. As if he was still starved for me and needed to kiss me as much as he needed his next breath.

  “Hard day?” I asked when he moved his lips to my neck, rocking me in his arms.

  “Fucking hard day. I hate people sometimes.”

  “Me too. That’s why I work with plants and earth and stones.”

  “You just made this day much better, though.” He laughed, then pulled back a notch. “Stay for dinner. I’d like to have you by my side.”

  He sounded sexy when he was determined. He still had his arms around me, and he was drawing small circles on my back. His gaze was on my lips.

  “I feel like you’re about to use your allure to talk me into this.”

  He grinned. “What gave it
away? The kissing? The touching?”

  “Nah, that look in your eyes. It’s almost predatory.”

  “That’s a yes?”

  “It’s a yes.”

  The corners of his mouth lifted, and he kissed both my hands before leading me right back through the gate. He looked visibly more relaxed than when he’d arrived. I smiled to myself. I didn’t want to claim full credit for that, but I felt pretty confident I could at least claim 50 percent.

  One word could describe dinner with the Connors: loud.

  During the Fourth of July party, we’d all been scattered through the backyard, but five of the Connors plus me were gathered around the living room table. Hailey’s plane had had a delay, so she’d only arrive later. Milo had scarfed food down quickly and was currently in the sitting area of the living room, earbuds plugged in his ears, eyes focused on an iPad.

  Everyone was talking at the same time. My ears would pop any second now. Landon was having a blast. Clearly his earlier statement about hating people didn’t apply to his family.

  Val was at the head of the table, sitting in an armchair that had a support for her cast.

  “I don’t need a full-time caretaker, Landon,” she repeated for what seemed like the millionth time. “The nurse who comes to help me bathe is enough. I’ve learned to maneuver the crutches. I can’t move quicker anyway, unless I get a wheelchair, which I refuse to do. It’s impractical with the stairs anyway. I just wish the effects of the concussion would go away faster. I still can’t read without getting a massive headache, and I get tired quickly.”

  Will chimed in. “It’s good for her to do things on her own, as much as she can.”

  When Landon shook his head and opened his mouth, Will turned to me. “Maddie, I’m entrusting you with a very important task. You need to get Landon to relax. He has this annoying belief that everything is his responsibility. He’s gonna grow white hair soon.”

  Jace cornered me too. “Yeah, use those womanly wiles. We’ve tried everything else and failed. You’re our last resort.”

  The skin on my neck felt red-hot, but I was determined not to cower, even though I couldn’t believe he’d just used the words “womanly wiles.”