Distracting the Billionaire's Son
“Everyone over the drinking age or at least, very close to it, had hangovers. There were twenty pairs of $400 special order sunglasses, each vying for a seat furthest from the windows. Someone suggested they move breakfast to the dining room, which caused Mrs. Silver to have a mild stroke until Jonah ordered Meredith to have all the curtains pulled. The sheer fabric blocked most of the harshest glares, but most sunglasses remained in place anyway.
Shannon and Henry were dosing against each other, looking as sweet as apple pie with her head on his shoulder and his head against her hair.
They both had on their sunglasses and the fresh glow of a morning workout.
I thought I’d avoided Cole until he grabbed me near the doorway, his fingers not-too-kindly digging into the soft skin inside my elbow.
“Where were you last night? I waited for like a half an hour freezing my balls off. What the hell, Jessica?”
Maybe it was the sound of my name, but Jonah slammed his palm on the table with such ag...gression I thought it would tip and shot to his feet.MoreLess
Shannon and Henry were dosing against each other, looking as sweet as apple pie with her head on his shoulder and his head against her hair.
They both had on their sunglasses and the fresh glow of a morning workout.
I thought I’d avoided Cole until he grabbed me near the doorway, his fingers not-too-kindly digging into the soft skin inside my elbow.
“Where were you last night? I waited for like a half an hour freezing my balls off. What the hell, Jessica?”
Maybe it was the sound of my name, but Jonah slammed his palm on the table with such ag...gression I thought it would tip and shot to his feet.MoreLess
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