Page 22 of Dating the Billionaire
CHAPTER SEVEN
BLAIRWASGOINGto kill their new client.
“He what?” she asked her brother, her voice vibrating with the rage coursing through her. She had to have it repeated because she just couldn’t believe the audacity. And she thought her brother was a Neanderthal...
“You heard me,” Grant said, leaning so far back in his desk chair that it was surprising it didn’t topple over with his big body in it.
She thought about pushing that chair over, she was so damn angry. But he wasn’t the one she was mad at; well, he wasn’t the only one. “I can’t believe you agreed to it!”
Grant shrugged. “Money’s money, Blair. The business is in the black, but we have to make sure we keep it that way. We shouldn’t turn down any client.”
“Even sexist pigs?” She shook her head. “No. We don’t need clients like that.”
“I’m not sure that was his reason for not wanting a female pilot,” Grant said.
“What other reason could he have?” Blair asked, her eyes narrowed as she stared down her brother.
He raised his hands, palms up. “Hey, I have no problem with female pilots. I wish we had more of them besides my sister.”
“Of course you do,” she said. Grant wasn’t sexist; he had always supported her choices—just not all her friendships.
“Since we don’t, though,” Grant continued, “our new client probably would have been given a male pilot even if he hadn’t asked for one.”
“Probably,” Blair agreed. “But he damn well isn’t going to get one now.”
Grant stood up then. He was one of the few men who was more than just a little bit taller than she was. His hair was an even deeper shade of gold than hers except for where it turned reddish in the beard that shadowed his square jaw. “Why the hell are you so damn edgy these past few days? I thought you would come back from that little trip you took all refreshed, but you’re more uptight now than you were before.”
“I was only gone a day,” she reminded him.
“So take some more time off,” he suggested. “You’ve been working your ass off. Mine, too, and you know I don’t like working this much.”
She smiled, like he’d meant for her to do, but she couldn’t help thinking that her brother tried a little too hard to seem carefree.
“I’ll go back to Milan,” she said, her heart quickening at the thought of what had happened with Matteo.
All the incredible things they’d done to each other—all the pleasure he’d given her.
Grant hadn’t been wrong about her; she had been edgy since her return. She felt like climbing the damn walls. She needed the release that Teo had given her.
Maybe she should let Miranda know that she was willing to see him again. But having to tell Miranda to tell him brought her back to middle school and passing notes in class. That was how Teo had made her feel, giddy and foolish and overwhelmed with emotions. She couldn’t afford to feel like that, not when she had business to focus on.
So she forced thoughts of seeing Matteo again from her mind and continued, “Then I’ll take a trip to Madrid.”
Grant groaned. “You can’t fly this guy. I promised him a male pilot.”
“And I’ll make sure that he thinks that’s what he’s got,” she assured Grant.
He snorted. “Yeah, right. You’re going to pass for a man? How the hell are you going to pull that off?”
“Remember when I dressed up like you for Halloween last year?”
He groaned again. But he couldn’t deny that she had fooled several of their employees with the disguise.
Miranda’s younger half sister, Tabitha Catt, a theater major, had helped her with the costume. Tabitha was in New York City right now, doing some off-off-off-Broadway play, so she wouldn’t be able to help Blair this time. But she still had the disguise somewhere. She only hoped she would be able to pull it off on her own and teach their new sexist client a humbling lesson.
“So what’s this misogynist pig’s name?” she asked.
Grant glared at her. “You mean our new client?”
