Page 2 of My Off Limits Billionaire Boss

“Are you with security?” I ask like an idiot.

Edith takes the camera from me and Sylvia glares at me for asking a silly question.

“Just making sure this handbag goes to its rightful owner,” he responds.

“Oh wow, you know the owner of this handbag?” shouts Edith. Every woman in hearing distance turns to look at him. They are not disappointed, as evidenced by the wave of whispers and giggles that follow. Surprisingly, it does not seem to affect his demeanor.

I guess when a man is hot, tall, and handsome, things barely reach him.

Edith follows her curiosity to the end. “I heard that the highest bidders for this bag would remain anonymous.”

“Not to me,” he says with a smile.

“Common!” shouts Edith. She flips her long golden hair and does the girly giggle. I frankly don’t blame her. He could bring out the silly in any woman. I am not even trying. My ability to flirt has been dented by his extreme handsomeness. But Sylvia has the power of a few drinks in her, and she carries on. “You probably don’t know the owner; you are just trying to impress us!”

“I hope I am succeeding.” He says with a charming smile.

“You can tell us who the owner is. We won’t tell anyone!” She pretends to whisper, leaning towards him, though everyone can hear her.

“She has a large following on Social media,” I blurt out, “so no one will ever find out.”

He laughs and I am immediately uplifted, delighted that I have amused him. I earn a well-deserved elbow in my rib from Edith. “Brooke! Why did you say that? Now, he’ll never tell us!”

“Exactly. It’s all Brooke’s fault,” he says in his delicious English accent. The sound of my name on his beautiful lips sends me straight to Cloud 9.

It’s my ‘foolt!’ I love my name on his lips.

“Are you all done?” comes an annoyed voice of a woman from the back. It’s one of the idiotic women with a diamond studded phone. “It’s our turn now.”

Frankly, we have forgotten all about the handbag. The reason we went through all the trouble to begin with. This handsome hunk with his billion-dollar body has outshone the handbag experience. Or actually, he made it better. He nods like a flirtatious gentleman, as we say goodbye to him like three wives married to his charms.

“My God, that’s the most handsome security guard I have ever seen!” giggles Sylvia.

“He wasn’t security. He is the right-hand man to the new owner of that bag,” Edith says with confidence and self-awarded authority.

“Something about him. He did not look like he worked for anyone…” I muse.

We drift onto the courtyard that opens onto the sands of the beautiful Pacific.

“Girls, we need another round. This picture looks great!”

We grab a table and huddle around the phone. The picture he took of us with the handbag is near perfect. He captures the excited smile of Edith, the playful energy of Sylvia. There is the luxurious handbag, of course, glowing in all its glory, and then there is me. I am not smiling fully, but it’s a pretty picture.

“Well, he is so tall…he got a really good angle.” I say, enjoying the image of him in my mind.

Edith is in no mood to hold back. “Tall and so sexy.”

“Men like him play with women…” I say almost to myself.

“Ooh, he can play me anytime, anywhere,” croons Sylvia, not noticing the waiter standing in front of us. “Play with me, baby.”

“Uh, may I take an order?” He is young, college age and a bit shy, approaching the three of us, especially the way we are behaving.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t see you there.” Edith laughs while ordering. “Yes, please, three margaritas and a plate of French fries with ketchup!”

“Sure thing. I will get that right away.”

But Edith must do her thing. “And could you make it look pretty?”

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