Page 12 of The Billionaire & the Virgin Chef
“I’ll bearound.”
“Did you drive yourselfin?”
“When don’t I ever?” I have a bad case of automotive fixation. I love fast cars. It’s a hobby and a passion. So, there’s no way in hell I’ll ever cave and hire someone to drive meanywhere.
“I want to swing by mycondo.”
“Don’t you mean drop by to see the petsitter?”
“Okay fine. Call it checking in on the condition of my order of flowers. Which you should equate with un-poisoning the well,dickhead.”
“I see your point. You’re right. I’d better come along to make sure you get the job done with Dahlia. Meet you at my parking spot in a couple of hours, then. There’s some Mont Blanc and Pantheon shit I need to look into in themeantime.”
I may as well keep myself busy with work until I find out why I can’t fucking stay away from the sexy blondechef.
I don’t even know the girl’sname.
