Billionaire's Amnesia: A Standalone Novel (An Alpha Billionaire Romance Love Story) (Billionaires - Book #9)

by Claire Adams

  To be honest, I couldn't remember the last time I'd had fun with someone just talking. Inviting her to dinner was easily one of the best spur of the moment decisions I had made in years. And while dinner itself wasn’t likely to make things a little awkward at the office, the kiss we'd shared at the end of the evening was another story all together. That had definitely been an unexpected turn of events, although I couldn't say I regretted it. Given the chance, I’d probably kiss her again.

  Still, I'd have to give what had happened some thought. I hadn't hired Lilah because I wanted something to happen between us. Yes, I'd been immediately and powerfully attracted to her from the moment I'd first laid eyes on her. Her fiery personality, sharp, unconventional intellect, and strong will were definitely things I found intensely attractive in a woman; but it had definitely been her brilliant, out-of-the-box approach to the Harry Winston project that had prompted me to offer her a position on my personal staff.

  That had been why I'd chosen her, I reassured myself as I stared into the mirror.

  I splashed another round of water on my face. First thing in the morning after too much wine wasn't the time to think too deeply about such things. I made my way to the kitchen and drank half of the green smoothie waiting for me before I headed to the gym where Bryce, my personal trainer, was waiting for me.

  “A little late this morning, Ash,” he said with a disapproving look on his tanned, angular face.

  Bryce was never afraid to call me out when I slipped up, and had no reluctance to criticizing me harshly when he felt it was necessary. That was precisely why I'd hired him. I wanted people around me who were not afraid to voice their opinions. I didn’t want yes-men and flattering lackeys.

  “Yeah,” I said. “I was up late last night and had way too much wine.”

  He grinned. “Oh, so it's like that, huh? Well I guess I'm gonna have to work you extra hard this morning to get you to sweat all those toxins out!”

  “Come on, Bryce, you can cut me a little slack this morning. I feel like I got trampled by a herd of elephants last night.”

  “All the more reason why I'm not going to cut you any slack, Ash. You hired me not to. If I recall correctly, you hired me because I used to be a drill sergeant and Discipline is my middle name. Now, I'm telling you, if you want to be trained like a marine, it's gonna be painful. Especially, if you slip up and drink on a school night. Your personal screw-ups are not my problem, Sinclair. I'm here to turn you into a machine, and if you can't discipline yourself, then I'm here to step in and do it for you.

  “Now get your ass on the treadmill! We're setting the starting speed at 20 percent higher than usual to make up for your stupidity! Go, soldier. Go, go, go!”

  ***

  The moment I stepped off of the elevator at the office, my secretary had a dozen things waiting for me that needed immediate attention. Because of that, I'd been too absorbed in work to stop by Lilah’s office even to say hi in the three hours since I’d arrived. As luck would have it, though, I was about to head out of my office when I saw her walk past my door in the hallway. I immediately called out to her before she disappeared around the corner.

  “Lilah!”

  She stopped and peered back into my office over her shoulder.

  “Good morning, Asher,” she said in a very business-like manner that came across as a little awkward.

  “Hey, can you step into my office for a second?” I asked.

  “Sure.”

  I stepped back behind my desk, where I took a seat.

  “So, uh,” I began as she sat down across from me, “about last night . . .”

  “Um, yeah . . .” she stuttered.

  “How are you feeling?” I asked, not really knowing what to say and hoping she’d give me something to go on.

  “I have a little bit of a wine hangover,” she replied. “I've had a killer headache all day and I've been feeling a little sluggish.”

  “Me, too. At least you didn't have an hour long training session with a former U.S. Marine Corps drill sergeant at 5:00 a.m.”

  She laughed and immediately some of the tension in the air evaporated. It was a relief to hear her laughter.

  “That sounds like the absolute worst thing I could have imagined doing at 5:00 a.m.!” she claimed. “I got up an hour later than I usually do. I got here on time, but I’m usually here half an hour earlier.”

  “But you did get here on time, and that's a sign of commitment and discipline,” I encouraged. I knew I needed to stop beating around the bush and get to the point, even though I really wasn’t looking forward to it. I wasn’t sure how she was feeling about the events of the previous evening.

  “So, about what happened last night, specifically at the end of the evening . . .”

  “Yeah, that,” she said, looking down at the papers in her hands.

  “Look, we'd both had way too much to drink, and when I've had a lot of alcohol, I sometimes . . . well, do things I wouldn't usually do.”

  “Yes, me, too,” she agreed. “We'd both had a few too many glasses of wine.”

  “So, it just happened because we were both rather intoxicated, right?” I tried not to sound like I was fishing for confirmation, but I was.

  While I knew I likely wouldn’t have kissed Lilah had we not been drinking, it wouldn’t have been because I didn’t want to. It would have been because my logical side would have stopped me. The fact that she paused before answering made me wonder if she was feeling the same way or if she truly had no attraction to me unless there was alcohol involved.

  “Yes,” she responded. “I would definitely say it happened because we were both fairly inebriated.”

  “I think so.” All I could do was agree.

  There was a drawn-out moment of uncomfortable silence. I was about to flip the switch back into all-business mode when she looked up from the papers in her hands and our eyes locked.

  “I'd like to have dinner with you again sometime,” I said suddenly. It wasn’t at all what I had intended to say. I had intended to steer our interactions back toward a strictly boss-employee relationship, but apparently my mouth had other ideas. “But no drinking. Or, uh, at least we won't have nearly as much.”

  Her gaze searched mine for a moment, and I wished I could read her thoughts. “That, uh, sure. I’d like that,” she replied. For a brief moment, I saw the guard she’d been hiding behind since she’d walked into my office fade. A soft smile brushed over her perfectly-shaped lips. Then, just as quickly, it went back to full strength. “But for the moment, I think we both really need to focus on the Harry Winston campaign. That comes before anything else.”

  “Oh, of course, of course,” I agreed. “That is our absolute top priority at this point in time. And there are a few new projects coming up, as well, that could make or break us in the coming financial quarter. Projects that I'm going to need you to be performing at your peak for. Projects that we're all going to need to have absolute crystal clear focus for. So, yeah, we shouldn't let . . .” Our eyes caught again and I had to refocus. “We shouldn’t let anything distract us from that.” I said the words, but I didn’t mean them. I wanted nothing more than to be distracted by this woman, and I really couldn’t even explain why.

  “Agreed. I'm here to make a significant contribution to this firm, and I intend to put my best foot forward at all times,” she assured me.

  “That's what I like to hear. Anyway, I think I've kept you from your work too long already. We do still have a long way to go on the Harry Winston campaign, so I’ll let you get back to working on that.”

  She nodded and stood. For a moment, I thought she was going to say something else, but instead she simply nodded again and headed out of my office.

  ***

  I cranked up the punk tune on my Maserati's sound system as I pulled out of the Sinclair Building’s parking garage, nodding my head in time with the driving beat. While I usually played classical music on my drive home to relax my mind after a hard day at work, s
ince finding out that Lilah’s brother was in a band I'd been into since I was a teenager, I'd searched through my collection and added a few tracks by the Razor's Edge to my playlist.

  I weaved through the early evening traffic as the track raged. I was barely two blocks from the office when I noticed a familiar figure walking along the sidewalk.

  Lilah. I would recognize her curves anywhere.

  I pulled up to the curb and rolled down my window.

  “Lilah!”

  She glanced over her shoulder, looking surprised to hear my voice. She saw me in the car and smiled.

  “Hi, Asher!” she said as she stopped and turned to acknowledge me.

  “Do you need a ride?”

  She hesitated before responding. “I suppose I could use one, if you don't mind.”

  “Not at all. Come on, hop in.”

  She hurredly climbed into the passenger seat of my car.

  “Nice ride,” she said. “I do love a Maserati.”

  I grinned and gave the engine a rev. “She is a beauty, huh? I have a soft spot for fast cars. Guy thing, I guess. You should come check out my collection sometime.”

  “Sure. I'm not exactly a gearhead, but I can appreciate a well-built machine,” she revealed, her undertone just enough to send a touch of warmth rushing through me. “And, I happen to know a thing or two about engines,” she added.

  I tried not to sound surprised as I replied. “Oh, you do?”

  “I grew up an only girl in family of older brothers, two of whom are motorcycle fanatics, and no mom. My dad was a mechanic who had his own garage, and he spent most of his waking hours there working on engines. Being in the garage was pretty much the only way I could spend time with him, so I learned a thing or two about engines while I was growing up.”

  “Wow. Sounds like a unique childhood.”

  “I suppose in some ways, it was. As yours was, I imagine.”

  “Yeah, I guess it was,” I replied. I wasn't quite ready to discuss my childhood with her, even though talking to her did feel like the most comfortable and natural thing in the world, so I decided to switch the topic.

  “So, why were you walking home from work? It's a good 45 minute walk from the office to your place, if I remember correctly.”

  “My car's at the mechanic's,” she replied. “And, since it was a nice evening, I just thought I’d walk instead of taking the bus.”

  “Couldn't fix it yourself, huh?” I joked with a wink.

  “I could have, quite easily, but I don't have the time—not with the current schedule being what it is. Not that I'm complaining,” she added hastily.

  “Oh, well, good thing I drove past you when I did, then.”

  “And why is it you're driving this car today and not being ferried around by Alfred?”

  “I prefer driving myself,” I replied. “I often have to use Alfred, though, just because of the volume of work I have. I can get quite a bit done in the commute if I'm sitting in the car working on my tablet instead of having to actually drive. Today's workload wasn't supposed to be too intense, so I decided I didn't really need to be driven around by someone else.”

  She smiled and I couldn’t help stealing glances at her as I drove. The woman was breathtaking. I wondered if she realized just how much. I almost suggested that, instead of heading straight to her place, we could drive over to the beach and take a walk on the promenade.

  I stopped myself before I said it, though; she had just made it clear that morning that she wasn’t interested in anything aside from focusing on the Harry Winston campaigns. Instead, I decided to just make light conversation until we reached her building. And so, I did. Though, I was tempted to take the long way just to keep the conversation going.

  Twenty minutes later, I pulled up to the curb in front of her building to let her out.

  “Thanks so much for the ride, Asher,” she said. “I appreciate it.”

  “It was my pleasure. I enjoyed the company and the conversation,” I replied. “We should do it more often.”

  “Maybe we should, maybe we should,” she said cryptically.

  “See you in the office tomorrow. Enjoy the rest of the evening,” I called to her when she stepped onto the sidewalk.

  “You, too! See you tomorrow.”

  With that she turned on her heels and headed into her apartment building. I drove off, smiling.

  Chapter Six

  Lilah

  After Asher dropped me off, I waited in the lobby of my building, watching as he drove away in his Maserati. I felt as if he'd been wanting to say something the entire drive from the office to my apartment, but had been holding himself back.

  I couldn’t help but wonder if there was something he hadn’t said during the talk we'd had about our kiss that morning. To say that it had been somewhat awkward was an understatement. I can understand how some things might have gone unsaid. Things I wished I’d said had been on my mind all day—not to mention the kiss itself.

  It had been an amazing kiss—I'd been aware enough to realize that. It wasn't as if we'd been blackout drunk. Both of us had known what we were doing, we had just had our inhibitions lowered. I couldn't deny that I'd wanted him to kiss me at that moment and that I'd thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.

  But still, I had my questions regarding his motivations behind it and his interest in me. I knew, of course, that he was attracted to me—he’d made that clear. There wasn’t a single doubt in my mind of that. But, rumor had it that he was quite a ladies' man, and since he had neither denied nor confirmed this, I also questioned whether or not I was just another conquest for him.

  It was easy enough to believe. Someone with his prestige, dashing good looks, killer body, impeccable sense of style, and billions in the bank could have practically any woman he wanted. He struck me as a man who was used to getting what he wanted—in life and from women. He came across as a smooth enough talker that I figured he had plenty of experience with women. So what was to say I wasn't just another name to add to what could very well be a rather long list?

  The whole situation, to be honest, had me a bit perplexed. I needed to sort through all the mixed emotions I was having. I needed to have a good, in-depth conversation about it with someone who could understand where I was coming from, if that was even possible. And Eddie, bless his heart, was a man, so he wouldn't really be much help in that area. I needed Meg.

  Meg had been one of my closest friends since our college days. We'd met as freshmen when we were both business majors, but she had dropped out of business school after a year and decided to become a lawyer instead. We'd maintained a close friendship, nonetheless.

  I pulled out my phone and went through my contacts straight to “M.” I pressed the icon next to her name and waited for her to answer.

  “Lilah!” she exclaimed as she answered. “Hey, girlie! What's going on?”

  “Hey, Meg! Oh, a bit of this, a bit of that. Have you eaten dinner yet?”

  “Not yet, no. I'm just about to get out of the office.”

  “Perfect. Would you like to grab a bite to eat?”

  “Sounds like a plan. Do you have anywhere in mind?”

  “There's that new sushi spot that's just opened up a few blocks from your office. You know the one I'm talking about?”

  “Oh yeah, I know the place. I've been wanting to check it out for quite some time now. How about I meet you there in half an hour?”

  “Sounds great. See you then!”

  ***

  “I can't believe you kissed someone who's been featured in Forbes!” Meg exclaimed. “And he's a bona fide billionaire, for real?”

  “That he is.”

  “Holy hell. Well, that's not something you do every day, now is it?”

  “No. I suppose it isn’t. But you know, I can't help but wonder about this whole thing. It’s throwing me for a loop.”

  “Lilah, you tend to over-analyze things. I think you should just try to turn your brain off for a few weeks and just go wi
th the flow. Do you know how many women would kill to be in your shoes right now? And I'm talking kill with their bare hands, batter someone into pulpy mush with bare knuckles kinda dead.”

  “Meg! Ew!” I scrunched my nose at the mental image.

  “I’m just trying to make a point. Seriously, Lilah. Just let this guy fly you around the world in his private jet, drive you around in his sports cars, let him wine and dine you in five star hotels—and for heaven’s sake have some amazing sex with a smoking hot guy, which he totally is from the sound of your description. Then, if he turns out to be a jerk, well . . . Hey, at least you had the kind of experiences that only a tiny handful of people in this world actually get.”

  “I know. I know—but it's really not that simple or easy. I mean, for one thing, he's not only my boss, he's the owner and CEO of one of the most powerful and prestigious public relations firms in the country.

  “I have a real shot at making a name for myself if I can stick with this firm for a few years and build a reputation. I want to be featured in Forbes one day, too, Meg—and not simply because I'm the arm candy of some big shot company owner. I want to get to the top of my own accord, with my own talent, and from my own hard work. Not because I'm the CEO's . . . I don't know . . . girlfriend, play thing, whatever.”

  Meg took a sip of her sake and nodded, her expression becoming a bit more serious.

  “I understand, Lilah, I really do. You know I was just joking . . . to an extent. I know you're not just some bimbo, and that you wouldn't sell your principles out for the sake of a few thrills and a little bit of fun—even if those thrills and fun were really, truly, Hollywood-style amazingness.”

  I rolled my eyes and laughed. “Come on now, Meg, I thought you were actually going to get serious.”

  “I am, I am. Ignore the last comment. But, and now I am being serious, don't shut out all possibilities of being with this man. Because maybe, just maybe, there's more to him than the billionaire playboy persona you’re imagining. Stop and think about it—he keeps such a low profile and there's practically no gossip about him anywhere online. Plus, it sounds like he's really into health and self-discipline. Those are all good qualities in a man. It’s possible he isn’t what your wild little imagination is conjuring up.”