by Sienna Ciles
She was dressed in a long, form-fitting yellow dress and a pair of matching stiletto sandals that made her appear to be at least four inches taller than she actually was. Her breasts were pressed together in a push-up bra and the top of her sundress dipped down into a V-shape, exposing the top half of both her tits. The dress looked like it belonged in a dance club rather than a business office, but that was just how Alicia was.
She was actually very good at her job, which was why my father let her get away with her racy outfits and flirtatious behavior. Of course, I’d never seen her flirt with anyone else in the office other than me. She was always lively and vivacious with everyone who worked in the building, but she just seemed a little bit overly playful when it came to her interactions with me.
“Looking forward to that celebratory drink next week!” she said with a wink as she turned around and sashayed down the hall.
I cleared my throat and continued toward my office. The paperwork I needed was sitting in a neat little stack on my desk. I snatched it up and headed for the copier room. Just my luck, Alicia was already in there running off copies of a flyer.
“Hey, are you following me, big guy?” she asked teasingly, turning toward me with a coy grin on her face.
“Not at all, Alicia,” I replied, straightening the papers in my hands.
“Bummer,” she said, playfully poking out her bottom lip.
“I just need to get these copies made so I can take them to the event I’m going to later this afternoon,” I explained.
“Oh? You’re going to that thing downtown later today?”
“Yep. That prospective client I told you about yesterday is supposed to be there,” I said.
“Oh, really? Sounds interesting,” she replied as she picked up the copies she’d made. As she moved toward the door, she stopped directly in front of me and gazed up into my eyes.
“Are you… hungover?” she suddenly asked. “You look tired.”
“Not really. Just had a late night, that’s all,” I replied.
“Oh, really? That account rep keep you out late?” she inquired, cocking her head to the side.
“Uh, no, actually. I met a nice young lady and spent the evening with her,” I said proudly.
She looked almost disappointed by my statement. She darted her eyes away for a second and then her smile immediately returned.
“How nice for you, then,” she said sweetly as she abruptly turned on her heels and continued on her way.
* * * * *
The large gymnasium at the inner-city community center was crowded with children and adults alike. Everyone seemed excited and in good spirits. As I made my way up to the podium to speak, I saw a slender brunette helping some of the other volunteers set up tables, and I recognized Holly immediately. I went over to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and her eyes widened in surprise.
“Hey, are you stalking me or something?” she asked teasingly.
“Or something,” I teased back.
Just then, one of my assistants, a young guy named Jonathan Mathers, called out to me,
“Mr. Westbrooke! I have something you need to see!”
“Excuse me for a moment,” I said to Holly as I went over to see what was going on.
My prospective client was supposed to have been at the event half an hour ago as the surprise guest speaker, but he still hadn’t arrived and I hadn’t heard from him, either.
“Sir, your guest speaker’s rep just called and said that a personal matter came up and he won’t be able to make it.”
“Shit!” I cursed under my breath. “Okay, I’ll just say an apology on his behalf.”
I went up to the podium in the front of the gym and everyone quieted down. I cleared my throat before beginning to speak.
“Good afternoon, everyone. Thank you all for coming out today. As you know, Westbrooke, Inc. is delighted to be able to fund this sports equipment program for our inner-city schools. Unfortunately, our surprise guest speaker is unable to make it today, but he wanted me to apologize on his behalf.” Mutters and sounds of disappoint filled the gymnasium. “However, we still have an exciting afternoon planned for you, with lots of fun activities, free food, and free t-shirts. So let’s get this party started, everyone!”
This time, a roar of applause rang out around the large gym and I smiled, took a bow, and left the podium.
Continue reading Hard for Her
Blind Faith
A Billionaire Romance
By
Ellie Danes
www.EllieDanes.com
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First Edition, January 2018
Copyright © 2018 by Ellie Danes
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Book Description
Billionaire Brenden Porter appears to have it all; cars, houses, money, a model girlfriend and a successful investment company that almost prints money. But money can’t buy everything, including his sight. After having lost it fifteen years ago, Brenden has learned to work on instinct, his gut and his other senses. He’s given up trusting his girlfriend and best friend, but when Faith Fleming walks into his life he learns that happiness, love and trust can be about everything you don’t see first-hand.
Faith Fleming is the girl next door and she likes it that way. Her life is simple, double shifts at the coffee shop, night school and staying away from men, for good reason. Secrets she’d like to forget. But when the blind billionaire shows up at her coffee shop three days in a row she begins to rethink her life and whether some secrets aren’t worth keeping hidden.
Chapter 1
Brenden
"I laid out a suit for you, Brenden. What are you doing?" Rachel asked.
I could hear the irritation in my girlfriend’s voice but I headed for the closet. "That one's wool. I'd be roasting by the time I got to the front door," I said.
"Whatever. They're like all gray." Rachel huffed past me in a cloud of French perfume.
I shuffled farther into my walk-in closet, trying to escape the overpowering cloud of freesia. I wanted to escape Rachel's pouting too, but if she got really upset I'd lose more time from my morning and probably a large chunk from my bank account. The only thing that was guaranteed to stop my girlfriend from sulking was an expensive gift.
"Are you wearing that silk sundress we found at Fashion Week? Remember how we convinced the designer to let you have it right off the model's rack? You look amazing in it." I hoped compliments would work instead.
"Oh, so you noticed me finally?" Rachel asked.
She knew I hadn't looked at her. I had felt the brush of the flowing dress as she passed. I knew she expected me to turn right around and continue with the compliments. Instead I concentrated on the long line of suits in front of me. I couldn't stand around in my silk boxers and a white dress shirt all morning.
I had to count from the left. The first ten were all wool in various colors from darkest to light. Then came ten cashmere suits, and finally the silk suits.
"Is this one black or navy blue?" I asked Rachel.
She snorted. "Does it matter?"
"The navy blue one is from Savile Row," I said.
That got Rachel's attention. "I've always wanted to shop there. Wouldn't I look great in a tailored suit coa
t dress?"
Her cloud of perfume enveloped me and I held my breath as she confirmed the suit I held was navy blue. Then her phone rang and she left me in the wide closet to face with my rack of ties. I trailed my hand down the side of the rack, reciting the careful organization: first row for black suits, then charcoal, then navy blue. I grabbed a tie at random and made an impeccable Windsor knot.
"You might be onto something, Rachel," I said. "Life would be a lot easier if all my suits were gray."
"Yuck," Rachel said. "What are you going to do? Be one of those weirdos that always wears jeans and a black turtle neck?"
"Steve Jobs wasn't a weirdo," I reminded her. "And having a uniform wardrobe probably saved him a lot of time and thought."
"Fine," she said, a sly note creeping into her voice. "How about we head to London and get you an entirely new, all-gray wardrobe?"
"You just want to shop Savile Row," I said.
"Well, most people compensate their personal stylists," Rachel huffed.
I left off fiddling with my cufflinks and reached out to find her arm. She resisted but I tugged her closer and kissed her cheek. "Then I'm lucky you're my girlfriend."
Rachel's tight sigh did not escape my sharp ears but I ignored her and finished getting dressed. The velvet-lined tray where I kept my watch and keys was covered with a pile of silk stockings. I dug down and grasped the gold Bvlgari watch, not wanting to know how late I was running. I slipped it onto my wrist and stuffed my keys in my pocket.
Luckily my custom Italian leather shoes were still at the foot of my bed and I didn't have to go searching my closet for them. The Italian shoes were Oxblood in color and the designer had assured me they matched everything.
"How do I look?" I asked her.
"Handsome." Rachel's tone was begrudging but she slipped her arm into mine as we headed downstairs.
Her answer did not reassure me that the tie I picked didn't clash horribly but I shrugged and let it go. If I didn't match, no one would say anything. That was one of the perks of being a billionaire. People saw my money more than they saw me.
The early morning sunlight was just hitting the crystal chandelier in the foyer and I paused for a moment to try to catch the bright rainbows. As a boy, I used to wait at the bannister every morning for the sparkling display.
Rachel knew my habit but dismissed it as silly nostalgia. She let go of my arm and began typing furiously on her phone.
"Everyone's saying that new off-Broadway show is really fun," she said.
I blinked. Maybe it was a cloudy day. I hadn't caught a glimpse of a single rainbow. "The show that's been sold out for two weeks solid?"
"Exactly." Rachel hopped up and down on her Jimmy Choos. "Missy would be so jealous if we got tickets. Come on, baby, take me out tomorrow?"
Normally I liked Rachel's cooing and cajoling, but my mood had dimmed. "I have that charity fundraiser tomorrow. Remember? That organization, See the World, is trying to provide eye exams and corrective lenses to countries in need."
Rachel stopped hopping and groaned like an overblown teenager. "Do we have to go?" she whined. "It'll be so boring."
"There'll be free drinks, food, and live music. We can dance the night away," I said.
"But no one ever goes to those things. I won't have a single person to talk to." Rachel's pout was back.
I slipped a hand around her waist. "Good. Then I get you all to myself for a night."
She squirmed out of my embrace. "But Brenden, I want to go to that show. And we still haven't eaten at Montella's. Missy's been rubbing it in my face for days."
"Another exclusive restaurant?" It was my turn to groan. "Aren't you sick of eating food that's too fancy to actually fill you up?"
"Better that fundraiser food," Rachel snapped.
I caught her waist again. "Did I mention there's a silent auction?"
She softened a fraction of an inch. "A good one? Or is it all spa days and cheap little vacation packages?"
"Cartier, Hermes, and Vera Wang are all contributors to See the World," I told her.
"Fine." Rachel tossed her hair and it whipped me on the cheek. "Maybe you can find something to give me for our anniversary."
"Anniversary?" I asked before I could stop myself.
Rachel jabbed me in the stomach with her sharp elbow. "Yes! Our anniversary."
"But we met in winter," I said.
"It's our year and a half!" She gave me a shove and headed down the stairs without me.
"So we're celebrating halves now, too," I muttered.
Rachel typed furiously on her phone. I could tell by the stabbing sounds that she was upset. If I wasn't careful, she would make this one little hurt turn into a week-long sulk.
"I'm not buying you an anniversary gift at a charity auction," I said. "Your present's already been taken care of. You can open it tonight if you want."
She stopped jabbing her phone. "Really?"
"After I get home from the fundraiser," I said. Before she had a chance to whine, I continued, "You should go to that fancy restaurant. Take all your friends except Missy."
Rachel squealed. "Really? Thank you, darling!"
I accepted her eager kiss on the cheek and let her rush off to the car to call her friends.
"You there, Jasper?" I called.
A soft throat-clearing sounded behind me. "Yes, sir."
My driver, Jasper, had been with me for fifteen years and I trusted him completely. "Is there lipstick on my cheek?"
"Yes, sir," Jasper said. He handed me a handkerchief. "I believe the shade is called 'Rich Red.'"
I chuckled as I scrubbed my cheek. "Bet it cost a small fortune too. Did I get it all?"
"Yes, sir."
Jasper never said much but I could tell he disapproved of Rachel. My pretty girlfriend was too involved in her own world, too messy, and too inconsiderate to please Jasper. Then again, I had never introduced him to a woman that he thought was good enough for me.
Jasper gave a delicate cough, and I could imagine him settling his cap over his head. It was impossible for me to tell if he was going gray yet, but I suspected Rachel's residence at my mansion was not helping the older man's stress levels.
"Speaking of red, I need you to get an obscene amount of red roses for tonight," I told Jasper.
"Sir?" Jasper's disapproval turned to surprise.
"It just so happens to be Rachel’s and my year and a half anniversary. How about you add a little blue box from Tiffany's to one of the flower arrangements?"
I didn’t need to see his face to know he was frowning. "I'm not certain what the traditional 'year and a half' gift would be, sir."
"Then flirt with that nice sales clerk." I laughed when Jasper gave a sharp intake of breath. "That's right. I heard the tone in your voice when you said hello to her the last time we were at Tiffany's. I'm sure she can help you."
"I don't flirt," Jasper said.
I laughed. "Good. I'd hate not to be able to see something like that."
"I believe Ms. Rachel is getting impatient," Jasper said. He started toward the front steps and then stopped to look back at me.
"Remember when we used to count the steps every morning when I was a kid?" I reminded him. "There are fifteen."
"Yes, sir." He left me alone at that and went to open the car door for Rachel.
"Why aren't we taking the limo?" she asked when I reached them.
"Too hard to deal with the morning commute," I explained.
"It wouldn't be if we didn't always have to stop at that dinky little coffee shop." A second later I heard her voice coming from the back of the sleek Mercedes. "Can't we try a new place?"
"I like the old place. I know the old place," I said.
Jasper eased us down the long driveway and through the tall stone pillars that marked my estate. Once on the road to Manhattan, I pulled out my phone and started listening to the latest messages.
Rachel's one-sided discussion of her jewelry choices drowned out my ph
one reading aloud the newest emails. "I'm not sure about this 'chocolate' diamond. I mean, I know it's the newest trend but it's really just brown, isn't it. It would probably be better to have just a plain old diamond. Though it'd have to be bigger to make up for not having any color."
I dictated a quick message to my CFO and hoped there weren't any typos involving diamonds.
"Brenden, I'm totally serious. I think you should exchange this. I can't be caught wearing a dying trend."
"Sure, fine. How about a nice sapphire? They have color," I said.
She slapped my arm. "Cheapskate! They don't write songs about sapphires being a girl's best friend, do they? And you expect me to trade in a diamond for that?"
"Well, you could just keep the chocolate diamond." I turned the volume up slightly and pressed replay on the last email.
Over the news of my company's skyrocketing stocks, Rachel continued to whine about diamond trends.
"I thought a diamond was forever," I said.
Rachel groaned and killed my hope of hearing the yesterday's bottom line. "Brenden Bear, you promised you'd get me something for our anniversary. Remember?"
Jasper cleared his throat sharply. "We're at the coffee shop, sir. Would you like me to run in for you?"
"No, thanks, Jasper. I'd like to go in myself." I reached for the door handle but Jasper leapt out of the car. He was surprisingly fast for a man somewhere in his fifties and he pulled the door open for me.
Rachel slipped out of the car behind me, still determined to wheedle me about a big diamond. Distracted, I headed in the wrong direction until she caught my hand and steered me towards the coffee shop door.
"Ugh, there's a line,” she said. “Can't we go somewhere else?"
Her phone rang and I jumped at the chance for a little peace and quiet. "Is that your friends about dinner? I don't mind if you stay out here and chat. It's always so loud when the espresso machine is going."
Rachel answered her phone but did not let go of my hand. Instead she chattered loudly as we entered the crowded coffeeshop and got in line. I imagined several heads turning toward us. I couldn't see the other customers' faces but I was sure they did not like my girlfriend's loud phone conversation.
