Billionaire Beast (Billionaires - Book #12)

by Claire Adams

His knee was still touching mine.

  I took the final sip and set the empty glass down on the counter. I nibbled at the wedge of pineapple. I was usually pretty good about nursing a drink, but that one tasted so good it was all but impossible not to keep sipping it until it was gone. “I would just like to thank you for hiring me,” I said. “The job is great so far. What made you want to start a security company?”

  “It seemed like the sort of work that would suit me. I was in the Marines for a while, and I definitely got some life experiences there, but I’ve always liked being my own boss, being the one in charge. Having a private security firm just sort of seemed the natural progression of things, especially when Jonathan and I reconnected. We went to school together. I’ve known him a long time.”

  “That’s so cool you guys have known each other for so long. And now you get to work together.”

  “Yeah,” he said. “It’s something, isn’t it?”

  I reached for my glass, momentarily forgetting that it was empty, but it wasn’t where I’d left it. A few inches over, though, was a new glass, brimming full with that same bubbly amber liquid was in its place.

  “When did that happen?” I asked, reaching for it.

  “I told you, it’s magic,” he said. He picked up his first glass and downed the rest. “What do you like to do in your spare time? When you’re not busy being someone’s secretary?”

  “Um . . .” I picked up one of the square paper napkins and fanned my face. “A lot of things. I go to the gym, which is where I met Jonathan, as you know. I hang out with my best friend. It’s weird—in college, I had a ton of friends, but then we all sort of drifted apart. Everyone seems so busy now. We’re still in touch on Facebook and stuff, but I really only hang out with my one best friend now.” I was racking my brain, trying to think of other things I liked to do. I sounded so boring! “And . . . I’m a writer.”

  “Really? What sorts of things do you write?”

  “Oh, all sorts. I’m actually not really working on anything at the moment.”

  “Why not?”

  “Well . . .” Well, because I have a stalker and that’s stressing me out so every time I try to sit down and work when I’m at home, I’m too distracted, wondering if he’s out there lurking in the bushes or something. But I didn’t want to talk about Noah right now. I never wanted to talk about Noah again, actually. “I’ve just been busy, I guess.”

  I finished the second drink, and I pushed the glass away, hoping that a third would not appear. I’d be in pretty bad shape if that happened. “So there’s no boyfriend that you’re going to go home to after this?” Ian asked.

  This struck me as particularly hilarious, and I burst out laughing. “Ha ha, no. Definitely no.”

  “I kind of figured; most guys wouldn’t be too psyched about their girl going to get drinks with some other guy.”

  Especially not one who looked like you. How was he so good-looking? I blinked, then blinked again, trying to figure out if this was all just some sort of mirage. Ian looked at me closely.

  “Are you all right? Is there something in your eye?”

  I shifted on the barstool, so instead of just the sides of our knees touching, my whole upper thigh was pressed against his. I leaned my torso a little too, and felt my shoulder brush against him. I could still smell the faint traces of whatever aftershave he used, a light cedar smell, with a little bit of spice. He had a perfectly square cut jaw.

  “I’m fine,” I said. “It’s just funny—I’m not really that successful when it comes to the dating department.”

  “Is that so? I find that hard to believe.”

  “Well, you shouldn’t. What about you? Are you dating anyone?”

  Did I really just say that?

  “No, I am most certainly not involved,” he said.

  The energy between us felt so intense that it was like something I could reach out and grab. The whole right side of my body where we were touching felt electrified—hot and sizzling, though I knew that was just my mind playing tricks on me. I felt a warm happiness spreading in my chest when he said that he wasn’t involved with anyone, and even though our glasses were empty, I held up mine up, waited till he picked up his own, then clinked them together.

  “Cheers to that,” I said.

  When I got home, I called Caroline. I’d still felt fairly buzzed when we left the bar, so I let Ian drive me to my place, then he caught a cab home. He’d walked me up to my door, and I thought that maybe he was going to kiss me, but he didn’t. Instead, he reached out and lightly squeezed my upper arm.

  “Thanks for the great evening,” he said. “Make sure you drink some water. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  It felt a little like walking on air as I stumbled into my apartment and found my phone. “You won’t believe where I just was,” I said when Caroline answered.

  “Where?” she said. “Don’t make me guess. I’ve had a really long day.”

  “I was at that bar, The Knock. You’ve been there before, haven’t you?”

  “Yeah, once or twice. Once with that guy, Derek. It’s a little . . . upscale for my tastes, though. Or maybe not upscale—pretentious? I do remember that everyone there was like a supermodel or something. That made me feel great.”

  “You’re just as gorgeous as any of them,” I said. “More so.”

  “That’s sweet of you to say, even if it is untrue. So you went to The Knock? Who with?”

  “Ian.”

  “Your boss?” I could hear the surprise in her voice.

  “Yeah. He randomly asked me at the end of the day today.”

  “Wow. How’d that go?”

  “It was all right.” I thought back to sitting there next to him at the bar, feeling his knee resting lightly against mine, how exciting I had found that to be. Caroline was my best friend, yes, but even still, I wasn’t sure I wanted to tell her this small but important detail. It sounded rather pathetic, even to me, even though I was the one who had found it so thrilling. “It was almost like an extended job interview or something. He was asking me all these questions.”

  “Yeah? Like what?

  “Like . . . how I was enjoying the job so far, and what sorts of things I liked to do, and whether or not I was seeing anyone.”

  Caroline was quiet for a moment, and then took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Daisy,” she said.

  “What?” I asked when she didn’t say anything after that.

  “Daisy. I love you; you know this. But sometimes you can be so dense! Especially when it has to do with men! He is interested in you!”

  I felt my heartbeat accelerate when she said that and a warmness rise in my cheeks. If I were to look in the mirror right now, my face would probably be red.

  “I don’t think so,” I said, glad that we were just talking on the phone and not in person. Did my voice sound different? Did I sound a little . . . giddy? I cleared my throat. “You should see what he looks like, Caro. He’s gorgeous. Like, he totally fit into the scene at The Knock; me, not so much.”

  “That’s bullshit, and he obviously is interested in you if he took you out and is asking you all these questions! Why else would he be doing all this? There’s no other reason.”

  She sounded so sure of herself that I could almost believe her. Part of me wanted to believe her. But another part of me didn’t want to have anything to do with any guy, not after the way thing with Noah had gone.

  “And I know what you’re thinking,” Caroline continued, “I know that you’re thinking that you don’t want to do this because you don’t want him to turn out to be some psycho like Noah was, but I’m telling you—not all guys are like that.”

  I smiled. “Well . . . yeah, that is kind of why I don’t want to think too hard about this. Also, I just can’t really fathom the idea how someone like that could be interested in me. He’s older, too.”

  “Like how much?”

  “I don’t know—probably in his thirties. I can ask Jonathan.”
/>   “That’s hot. Holy shit, I’m so excited for you! I want to meet him.”

  “You can. Just not yet, maybe. I don’t know what is going on, but I cannot remember ever feeling like this toward someone. And I just met him, which is the crazy thing.”

  “Sometimes it happens that way,” Caroline said. “Consider yourself lucky.”

  The next morning, I was up well before my alarm, and I didn’t feel the least bit hung over. I was too excited to get to work to see Ian, but when I arrived at the office, he wasn’t there. Jonathan was, though, and he smiled when he saw me and asked me how last night had gone.

  “It was fun,” I said. “You’ll have to come with us next time.”

  His face lit up. “Yeah! I’d love to. Maybe the two of us could go somewhere.”

  I looked toward the door, wondering when Ian would be showing up. “Hey,” I said. “How old is Ian?”

  “Why do you ask?”

  “I was just curious.”

  “Oh.” The look on Jonathan’s face was hard to read; maybe a little perplexed. Was it a weird thing to ask?

  “I was just . . . um . . . people’s ages are interesting to me.” I cringed inwardly. That sounded so lame.

  “You don’t know how old I am,” he said.

  “You’re right; I don’t. How old are you?”

  “Do you want to guess?”

  “Sure. Let’s see . . .” I gazed at his face, taking in the beginnings of crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes, the clump of gray hair that had started to grow in amongst the light brown hair right above his ears. He was in good shape, though, and his eyes had this sort of youthful quality to them. “Twenty-eight?” I said, deliberately shaving a few years off what I really thought.

  His face lit up when I said it. “Thirty-four.”

  “Wow,” I said. “You don’t look thirty-four at all.”

  “All that gym time, I guess. And Ian’s thirty-four too. We’re the same age—we went to school together.”

  “Yeah, he mentioned that. I wasn’t sure if you guys were in the same grade or what.”

  “We were. He used to come over my house a lot; we didn’t live that far from each other. About a ten-minute ride by bike. He was sort of like the brother I never had, since I was an only child.”

  “That’s so great,” I said. “I’m an only, too. Well, I’ve got half-siblings, but I don’t really know them. I always thought it’d be fun to have a brother or sister my age growing up; sort of like having a built-in playmate.”

  Jonathan nodded. “Exactly,” he said. “I was always glad when Ian was around, because things were just more fun.”

  I felt the same way, though I thought better of saying it out loud.

  Chapter Nine

  Ian

  I could tell there was something that Jonathan wanted to ask me.

  “What is it?” I finally said. “Is there something going on that I should know about?”

  He jumped back a little, as though my taking notice of him was the last thing he expected.

  “No . . . no, I . . . well . . . I was just wondering how it was going with Daisy.”

  Ah, of course. He’d probably been thinking about this nonstop.

  “How’d it go at the bar the other night? Where’d you end up going?”

  “We went to The Knock.”

  He nodded. “Good choice.” He was probably saying this because he knew I’d slept with at least half of the women there, so I wouldn’t be as likely to have my eye on Daisy. Except there was something that interested me about her, though I couldn’t quite put my finger on it yet.

  It was somewhat perplexing, I admit. Despite her complete lack of fashion sense, you could tell that Daisy was an attractive person. But I was around attractive people all the time; The Knock was full of them. And there were the handful of times that I’d sleep with people who might not be considered prime physical specimens, too. I couldn’t remember feeling this . . . I didn’t know what you’d call it, maybe a spark, but that sounds so fucking cliché . . . intrigue toward any of them. It went beyond a mere physical attraction or horniness. Which was absolutely ridiculous, I knew that, because I barely even knew her and my general modus operandi was not to actually get to know any of these women that well, anyway. That had been the whole thing with Annie: she wanted us to get to know each other better. A goal, she eventually confessed to me, was to wake up next to me, just so she could know what I looked like sleeping, what I liked to eat for breakfast.

  Yeah, no thanks.

  Chapter Ten

  Daisy

  Around two o’clock, Ian came over to my desk, leaning against it, waiting until I got off the phone. I hung up and looked at him.

  “How’s it going?” he asked.

  “Good. That was Lily Parker, the lady from Friends of the Library. They’re—”

  “It’s okay—you don’t need to tell me all the details with that. Jonathan’s handling their account. I was actually wondering if you might be up for a little adventure.”

  “Adventure?” I said. I could see his idea of an adventure being something like skydiving or caving or going to the race car track. “Um . . . I guess that depends. What were you thinking?”

  “Well, it’s a beautiful day out, and I haven’t been out on my boat in a while. I’d like to take you out.”

  “Now? It’s Tuesday. It’s the middle of the day.”

  “I know.” He gave me a wolfish grin. “But you know? I’m the boss, so I get to make the rules. Jonathan’s on his way back to the office right now, so I’ll just text him and let him know that we’ve got . . . a couple errands to run.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and started tapping away at the screen before I could say anything. Was this sort of thing normal? Did he always do this? I’d certainly never had a job like this before, and part of me thought that I should do the responsible thing and stay here, because what if someone called? What if someone came in? Then I remembered that he said Jonathan would be back soon, but still . . . I pushed those thoughts away, though. He was the boss, after all. And when was the last time that I’d been on an adventure?

  I’d only been boating a few times in my life, so long ago that I barely remembered it. But I could recall lying on my side near the front of the small sailboat, letting my arm dangle, my fingertips just skimming the surface of the blue water. Then, my cousin came up and said I better watch out or a shark was going to appear from the depths and snatch me.

  Ian’s boat was too big for me to be able to lie on my side and let my arm hang and my fingers touch the water, but I was able to sit up near the bow and watch the water stretched out before us, looking like liquid crystal with the sunshine glinting off of it.

  His boat was called Man Cave, and he said he didn’t get to take it out too often. “So when there’s a gorgeous day like this and things at work are slow, it kind of makes sense to do this, doesn’t it?”

  “It’s really beautiful,” I said, walking back to him.

  “Yeah,” he said. He was stretched out on the cream-colored leather couch on deck. “Sure as hell beats being stuck in the city right now. Come, sit down.”

  I went over to the couch and he swung his legs around, so he was in a sitting position. I sat next to him.

  “One of the perks of the job, I guess,” he said. He gave me a stern look. “But don’t get used to this. Unfortunately, it can’t be a regular occurrence.”

  “That’s too bad,” I said. I could tell he was looking at me, but I suddenly felt shy, so I looked toward the horizon, where the sky met the water. Time almost seemed to slow down, or maybe it sped up; I suddenly felt as though I were in some sort of capsule, it was just Ian and me on this boat, and even though I could look to my left and see the city, it felt like we were the last people on the face of the earth.

  He leaned forward, his face just inches from my own. I could feel my pulse racing, though it was hard to take a breath. I wanted him to kiss me, yet at the same time, I was terrified.

/>   “Daisy,” he said in a low voice.

  I looked over and met his eyes, but looked away quickly. It just felt like too much; this whole thing was making me feel like I was going to spontaneously combust. But his lips were right there, and all I had to do was lean in a little . . .

  But I couldn’t move. I felt completely paralyzed, other than the racing heart, though Ian didn’t seem at all bothered by this. Other guys might have taken it to mean I wasn’t interested, but Ian just continued to look at me. He brought his hand up to my chin and gently tilted my head back. He leaned down and closed the short distance between us, just brushing his lips to mine.

  A warm shiver reverberated through my whole body, and I felt goosebumps on my arms, even though I wasn’t cold at all and the sun was bathing us in a warm glow. He pressed his mouth more firmly against my own, now, cupping my chin in his hand, holding me there, the tip of his tongue tracing the contours of my lips.

  I kissed him back. Slowly, at first, because it had been so long since I’d last kissed someone—really kissed someone—that I was afraid I’d have forgotten, but no, it was like my body knew exactly what it was doing and it didn’t need my brain to offer any instruction. My lips moved with his in perfect synchronicity; there were no miscues, no banging of teeth, no awkwardness whatsoever.

  “You’re a hot little thing,” he said when we finally broke apart, “no doubt about that. But we’re going to stop for now.”

  My eyes flew open. “We . . . are?” I was about to ask why, but caught myself.

  “We don’t need to rush things,” he said. “I’m exercising restraint. Which may sound surprising, but is something I like to do from time to time. But don’t worry—they’ll be plenty of time to do things like this again. I wasn’t expecting any of that to happen. That wasn’t my plan; I want you to know that.”

  I nodded, feeling my heart rate finally beginning to slow down. There was an aching longing between my legs, and I wanted to just jump on him, but there was no way I was going to do something like that. “I know,” I said. “And trust me—I wasn’t expecting any of that to happen, either.”