Page 45 of Billionaire Romance

"Have an open mind, Eric," she sighs. "There's healing at your own pace, and then there's just being fucking stubborn. You're dangerously close to the latter."

I cut into my steak, pushing down the sudden denial and anger that her comment brings up. "Mind your own business," I say.

"If I'm suddenly saving your ass, I think I'm entitled to a few truthful comments. Eventually you're going to have to let go of this anger, because it's not going to help you, and it's starting to really screw with your life. Just...think about it, okay?"

"Fine," I say, only to get her to change the topic.

"Is four-thirty okay for her to come to your office?"

I nod. "Works for me."

"I'll make it happen. Now," she says, leaning forward. "Tell me about all the disasters."

"That might take more time than we have."

She laughs. "Just one then."

"One of our printers ran out of paper."

Bianca's eyes go wide. "No."

"Yep." I launch into the story of the disaster I had to solve yesterday, while I'm painfully aware that her comments hit home. I am angry, and I don't know what to do about it. And then there's the mystery of this girl. I hope she knows what she's getting into and Bianca isn't trying to set a trap for me to fall in love. I'm not ready for that. Not sure if I ever will be. But I'll make sure she knows that when we meet. In the meantime, all I can do is eat my lunch and try to brace myself for the war zone when I get back to the office.

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