Page 16 of Flirting with my Billionaire Boss

She shakes her head. “No, no. I need to head home. I have a date tonight.”

“Oh, really? Is it with anyone I know?” I ask.

“You might know him. Ray Southerland?”

“You mean Raymond Scott Southerland the Fourth?” Yes. I’ve heard of the guy. He doesn’t seem right for Jenni. There’s nothing really wrong with him. He’s just a bit boring. I don’t see the date going very far. If I had to pick a guy for Jenni, I’d set her up with Langston, one of my younger brothers. He’d never go for it because he’s best friends with her brother and Ronnie would probably kill him if he went after Jenni, but those two have obvious chemistry together. Even I can see it from a mile away.

But it’ll likely never happen. Not with Ronnie around, and he’s always with Langston. Those two are inseparable.

“Well, good luck with your date tonight,” I tell Jenni.

She grins at me. “Thanks. Don’t tell my parents this, but I’m only going because they want me to.”

“I get that.” But I don’t tell her she’s the one my parents want me to ask out. That would just be weird. Besides, there’s only one woman I can think about lately, and she’s out grabbing dinner tonight.

7

CALLIE

It’s been three days since Martha sprained her ankle. So far, I haven’t cooked anything yet because Weston had a family dinner and then went out with his brother, Langston. But tonight, he wants to eat at the house, and I’m in charge of preparing dinner. But how hard could it be? All I have to do is follow the instructions, and I’m perfectly capable of reading a package.

I scan the pantry and the freezer, and it looks like there’s not much to choose from.

Martha hobbles into the room. “I was about to go to the store when I hurt my ankle. You’ll need to go today to pick up some things. I made you a list.”

“That was helpful of you.”

“It’s on the side of the fridge.”

I spot it and scan the foods Weston seems to like. “Fish sticks? Chicken nuggets? I was expecting caviar or something.”

“Oh, no. Weston eats like a child,” Martha says. “He is very picky. He has to eat the fancy foods all the time at dinners. When he’s home, he wants basic frozen foods. Don’t ask why. That’s just how he is.”

What a relief. I have nothing to worry about then. I grab my purse and head out to the expensive car Weston has for me to drive. It’s strangely familiar to be around such luxury. I’d been expecting to have to live in poverty when I walked away from Markus. That was a huge part of why I hadn’t dared to leave him before I did. I’d wanted the security his money brought.

The job with Weston keeps me on my toes, but it isn’t anything I can’t handle. So far he hasn’t suspected anything about my pregnancy, but it’s only a matter of time before he figures something out. But I plan to keep it a secret as long as I can. I just hope he doesn’t get mad at me for withholding information from him. Legally, I don’t have to tell him, but he may mind anyway, on a more personal level.

Things between us are starting to feel more… intimate. I’m with him all the time. Sometimes he even has me share his desk so I can see what he’s doing better. But that doesn’t mean anything. I see him like that with Jenni too. I still can’t figure out if there’s anything between them. And the jealousy has flared up a few times, especially when he sent me to take Martha to the doctor and they cozied up behind his desk while I was gone. It’s ridiculous for me to think this way. He’s free to date whomever he wants. I have zero say in the matter.

But I can’t shake the feelings that keep bombarding me when I smell his cologne or our arms brush unexpectedly. And, believe me, that stuff happens all the time. I’m his assistant. I’m always assisting him which means I’m close by a lot.

I head to the grocery store and fill the cart with the list of foods Weston likes. Fish sticks, chicken nuggets, mac and cheese. Then I pick up a container of muffins and a few boxes of cookies. Oatmeal cream pies go into the cart as well as a box of chocolate snack cakes. Weston has no concept of how to eat healthy if this is the kinds of foods he wants. There’s not a single fruit or vegetable on this list. I head to the produce section and put a bunch of bananas, a bag of apples, and a couple of bags of carrots with the rest of the items. He may not like these, but they’d at least be around if he feels like eating better. Why not have the option?

I’m not the healthiest eater, either, but I at least attempt to add fruits and vegetables into my diet.

When I get home, I put the groceries away. Martha sits at the bar and oversees my progress.

“No, you don’t put the bananas in the refrigerator. They go on the counter.”

“Oh, sorry.” Markus and I had a housekeeper and a cook. I never went grocery shopping when I was with him. I plunk the bananas on the counter.

“Be careful with them. They bruise easily.”

“Got it.” I put the fish sticks on the top shelf of the fridge.

“¡Niña tonta! You can’t put fish sticks in the refrigerator. Don’t you know anything?”

“Where else am I supposed to put them? Won’t they go bad if they don’t stay cold?”

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