Page 56 of Not the Billionaire

“Have you ever been here?” Kurtis asked her.

She shook her head. “I didn’t even know it existed.”

“Be prepared for greatness,” Franky announced as he offered his hand to help Genevieve out of the car. “They have the best fish tacos on the planet.”

She accepted his assistance and climbed out, looking over the small building with cedar shake siding and a welcoming front porch.

Kurtis came up beside her. “They have a lot of other menu options too.”

Franky leaned in and whispered, “Get the fish tacos.”

“I think she can make up her own mind.” Kurtis rested his hand on her lower back and guided her toward the entrance.

The atmosphere was quaint and rustic. Booths for four along the sides of the dining room. Tables arranged in the remaining space for more guests. There was also another seating area toward the back with a wall of windows that looked out onto an open deck for more dining options.

“This place is great,” Genevieve said.

“It’s our favorite,” Skylar told her.

“I gathered that.”

“Come on.” Skylar took her wrist and gave it a soft tug. “I have to powder my nose.”

Genevieve gave Kurtis a smile over her shoulder as she followed Skylar into the ladies room. She didn’t really have to use the restroom, so she washed her hands and waited.

When Skylar came out of the stall, she walked to the mirror, washed her hands, then pulled a makeup pouch from her Louis Vuitton purse. She removed a compact from within and began touching up her makeup.

Genevieve smiled as she watched her. “I didn’t think you actually meant you were going to powder your nose.”

Skylar laughed. “This heat is melting the makeup off my face.” She glanced over at Genevieve and grunted. “How do you look like that in this humidity?”

She looked into the mirror then back at Skylar. “Like what?”

“All fresh-faced and natural. You are seriously perfect.”

Genevieve blushed. Nobody had ever told her that before. She was much more used to her mother telling her she needed to wear more makeup and cover up imperfections or blemishes.

“I’m far from perfect. I don’t wear a lot of makeup. Never have.” She watched Skylar apply a lovely warm peach blush to her cheeks. “You look nice.”

Skylar moved closer, swirled a brush in the compact, and held it toward Genevieve’s cheek. “May I?”

“Sure.” She’d never really done makeovers growing up. What little experience she had with makeup was from playing around with it or trying to copy Rhonda. It was kind of nice to have someone who knew what they were doing.

She watched as Skylar gently brushed the smallest hint of color onto her cheeks. “I like it.”

“Looks good on you.” Skylar snapped the blush closed and tossed it in her bag. “Although, you really didn’t need it. Seriously, you have this natural glow to your skin. I’m totally jealous.”

“You’re too sweet,” Genevieve told her as she glanced at her reflection again.

“Here.” Skylar handed her a tube of Chanel lipstick. “Put this on after we eat. He won’t be able to resist.” She winked.

Flustered, Genevieve nearly dropped the tube when Skylar gave it to her. She was sure the blush in her cheeks was even darker than before. “Kurtis and I are coworkers … and friends.”

Skylar actually snorted at that. “And I’m the vice president of Disneyland.” She whisked her purse from the counter and headed back toward the table.

If it was obvious to Skylar that there was something going on with her and Kurtis, it might be obvious to other coworkers, which made her nervous. She didn’t want anything to affect her status at the company, no matter how much she liked this man.

Skylar led her up a set of stairs into a private room overlooking the lake. The guys were already there, talking and laughing, and both stood when the girls approached. The view from the room was beautiful with windows all along the side of the room that faced the water.

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