Page 16 of The Billionaire & the Virgin Chef
Dylan
The driveback to the office comes to an abrupt stop when a call comes in from Jackson’s older brother, Jace. He’s an emotional wreck, barely making sense as he belts out some serious accusations about our partner, Gerald’s alleged role in his and Jackson’s mother’s passing. I’m anxious to know what’s going on. Jackson insists that he needs to deal with it alone. He also orders me to let him use my car to meet hisbrother.
On any other typical day, my answer to that demand would be hell no. Some men like shoes. Some are into clothes or designer watches. Some like collecting shit like art or stamps. For me, it’s cars. Fast, expensive, sporty vehicles are my hobby, and every one of them is an extension ofmyself.
But this situation sounds like an emergency. Lucky for Jace and Jackson, best friends still have a narrow margin above my automotivebabies.
After Jackson speeds off up the street, I look around for taxis. Every one of them passes with a fare in the back. Looks like I’m taking a walk for the rest of my lunch. While stretching my legs, my mind is on Emily. She was intriguing last night, but now that I met her, I know it’s way more than a passing curiosity. The chemistry between us is off the charts. I was this close to kissing her while she fed me the sauce. Now that I know the attraction is mutual, I can’t wait to get ataste.
Fifteen or twenty blocks lay ahead of me before I’ll make it back to the office. I tell myself it’s probably way too soon to call her, but fuck it. I’m completely going off-book withEmily.
I send her atext.
Me: Hi. Thanks again for thefood.
Emily: Hi Dylan. You’re welcome. I was about to message youback.
Me: Yeah? Aboutwhat?
Emily: To saythanks.
Me: I prefer being thanked in person. Over drinks, when it’s coming from someone likeyou.
Emily: Is Brooklyn too far out of your comfortzone?
Me: Not at all. How does eightsound?
Emily: Thatworks.
Me: Awesome. Text me the address. I’ll bethere.
Emily: Will do. See youthen.
Islidemy phone back into my pocket. Having to hand over my car and walk back to work is long forgotten. A taxi pulls up to the curb a few feet ahead of me and lets off a passenger. Good timing. I jump in and give him the address to my condoapartment.
This midday diversion can turn into some real fun with the sexychef.
But more than that, I’m going to need a car fortonight.
