Page 1 of Champagne Nights

A Beautiful Sight

A BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE

SANDI LYNN

Chapter One

Ethan

“What the fuck do you mean you can’t make it work?” I shouted as I walked around the long rectangular table.

“I’m sorry, Ethan, but we’ve tried everything,” Jarod spoke.

“Obviously, you didn’t because I know damn well we can do this. Do you think I pay you well to sit there and tell me that it can’t be done? We are on the verge of a breakthrough here. A breakthrough that will make this company billions of dollars.”

“But, Ethan?—”

“No buts!” I shouted as I pointed at Jarod. “Google hasn’t released their product yet. It’s still in beta testing, and you know every other damn technology company out there is working on the same thing. I want ours to be the first and best. It’s not rocket science. It’s technology. Every one of you,” I pointed to the group of men and women sitting around the table, “is an MIT graduate. This is what you do. It’s shit like this that keeps you up at night.”

“Ethan, we’ve tried several times,” Edward spoke.

“Try again and keep trying until you figure it out.” I scowled. “You have thirty more days.” I shook my head as I walked out and slammed the door.

Fuck. I didn’t need this shit today. Walking back to my office, I yelled for Holly, my assistant.

“Yes, Mr. Klein?” she nervously spoke.

I sat behind my desk and picked up the time-off request form she filled out.

“What is this?” I asked as I held up the piece of paper.

“It’s my and my husband’s first wedding anniversary, and we wanted to take a trip to Hawaii.”

“Didn’t you go to Hawaii for your honeymoon?” I glared at her.

“Yes. We wanted to go back.”

“Well, the dates you are requesting don’t work for me. I have a lot going on during that time, and I’ll need you here. Go to dinner and have a night of wild sex. That’s all you need to celebrate.”

“But, sir, it’s our one year.”

“Congratulations. You made it a whole year. Big deal. When it’s your twenty-fifth, let me know, and maybe I’ll give you the time off to celebrate. But until then, the answer is no. I need you here.”

She lowered her head because she didn’t want me to see the tears that formed in her eyes.

“Get out of here and get back to work.”

She turned and walked out of my office, carefully closing the door behind her. Shaking my head, I picked up my phone from my desk and noticed a text message from Samantha.

“Hey there, sexy. Want to come over tonight?”

“I can’t tonight. I promised Charles that I would go to some art gallery thing. How fast can you get to the Plaza Hotel? I have a lot of tension I need to release right now.”

“I can be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Good. You know which room. I’m leaving now. It would be wise if you didn’t wear any panties. I already owe you five pairs as it is.”

“I won’t wear any. I’ll see you soon.”

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