How To Marry A Billionaire: A BWWM Billionaire Romance

by Westwood, Susan

  Colton sighed. “Damn, I made a mistake.”

  He hung up as Doug laughed at him.

  CHAPTER 4

  Ellyn thought about that kiss all the way home and all the way to work the next day. She still had the sensation of his lips on hers hours later. Now that she knew his parents owned the restaurant down the block from the one she worked in, she was a little antsy about walking past it. How much time did he spend there? What would she say if she saw him?

  She wasn’t ready to explain the situation to him. What had that kiss meant? He’d been all business then all personal, but not too personal -- until that kiss. What game was he playing? She entered the back of the restaurant from the alley. Employees could not go in the front door. Ellyn greeted her co-workers then set up her station. She had to put up her hair and put on her apron.

  Lunch service would begin in half an hour. She readied herself the rest of the way in the ladies room.

  The restaurant was upscale, but not to the extent as the one where Colton had taken her. The prices were on the menu but the napkins were linen. She had to give good service and she received some excellent tips. She was even paid minimum wage instead of a waitress wage. The management expected more from her. She didn’t mind.

  She left the ladies’ room to check out her station and there sat Colton. Oh, crap. Did he know? Had he figured it out? He sat by himself, looking at his phone.

  “Josey?’

  “What?”

  “Please switch stations with me. You have the one across the restaurant from me,” Ellyn said.

  “Okay.” She glanced at her new station. “Wow. He’s hot. Why don’t you want to serve him?”

  “Long story. No, he’s not an asshole or anything.”

  Josey, a tall, slim blond, shrugged. “Your loss. Bet he’s a good tipper.”

  He was a good tipper. She’d seen what he’d given their waitress the night before. Her mouth had dropped open, more than generous. Ellyn strode across the restaurant from where Colton sat and greeted her first customer. If she stayed on this side, he’d never see her.

  “Welcome. I’m Ellyn. I’ll be your server today. Can I start you off with drinks?”

  The man in a suit that didn’t fit him, leered up at her. Huh? She didn’t usually get those guys. They were attracted to the Joseys in life.

  “I’ll take an iced tea.”

  How could this guy make that innocuous drink seem dirty? She wrote it down then turned her attention to his companion, a woman who must have been his mother. Did she realize her son’s behavior?

  “I’ll take lemonade. Is it fresh squeezed?”

  “Yes, ma’am. Squeezed this morning.”

  “Good.”

  She wrote that down then went into the kitchen to pour those drinks. She returned, but her gaze strayed to where Colton sat. The restaurant had begun to fill up so there were more people between them. An amazingly beautiful woman had joined him. Ellyn had a twinge of jealousy before she stamped it down. That kiss notwithstanding, she didn’t have any claim on him. Besides, she was probably a client. In her distraction, she almost spilled the iced tea on the man.

  “Are you even paying attention,” he barked at her.

  “Sorry, sir. Let me get you a new drink.”

  “Never mind. I’m thirsty and want this now.”

  She took their orders that included all kinds of special conditions and went into the kitchen to put in her ticket. Josey stopped her near the doorway.

  “I figured out he’s a talent scout. I’m glad you aren’t waiting on him. This could be my chance at stardom. You wouldn’t be interested.” Josey walked away, leaving Ellyn with her mouth open. She wasn’t willing to give up her secret yet but Josey’s attitude tempted her. She thought about it as she placed the order for her customers.

  When she returned to the dining room, her station was full. Whip me, beat me, triple seat me. She ran around for the next half hour between her high maintenance two top and three four tops that she couldn’t seem to get staggered. Then they were all gone and she turned over the four top. That gave her a moment to breathe and noticed that Colton was still in the restaurant with that gorgeous woman. Josey was hanging out, talking to them.

  As long as she didn’t mention she’d switched stations with someone named Ellyn, she’d be in the clear. Colton looked polite, but not interested in what Josey had to say. The woman across from him was clearly annoyed by the waitress’ presence. Ellyn put the order in for her four top then Josey came back into the kitchen.

  “Any luck?”

  Josey frowned. “No, but I’m not giving up. I could be a model.”

  Josey was tall enough. Did she have a good enough look about her? Ellyn was not one to judge because when she looked at herself in the mirror, she didn’t see model at all.

  Colton did, and he was the professional. Her life could open up with this opportunity. Derek’s life would be better. He could be around other kids and they could live in a safer place. She sighed. She’d have to talk to her mother, but she thought she’d made a decision.

  ***

  Colton thought that the woman across from him at lunch today was the most vacant woman he’d ever spoken to. She’d come recommended but he didn’t think he could work with her. Also, during the whole meal, the waitress was trying to get his attention. He suspected she’d figured him out. Wow. A waitress in Manhattan who wanted to act or sing or model. That never happened.

  “Are you listening to me?” his lunch companion said.

  He’d already forgotten her name. Velma? Velna? Something odd. She wore her hair long and in a color not found in nature. The first thing he’d do is tone down that brassy hair. She had no clue how to put on makeup to accentuate her best features, either. All that could be taught, but really? You live in Manhattan and you don’t know how to dress or wear makeup? Who does that if they want to model?

  “I’m listening.”

  He wasn’t. Instead, his gaze went around the room. A woman across the restaurant reminded him of Ellyn. He wondered if she’d made her decision yet. She didn’t wear much makeup at all. Lipstick maybe.

  “So I think I want to do runway work. I think I can be hired by all the big names. We could make so much money together.”

  He’d seen the girl walk. She made a truck driver look graceful. This was not the first delusional woman he’d met. On the opposite side of the coin was Ellyn, who had no idea how beautiful she was.

  “I haven’t decided if I’m signing you or not,” Colton said.

  “Well, why wouldn’t you? Look at me.”

  She was gorgeous, but her attitude was not pretty. He didn’t work that closely with all of his clients but he still had some ethics. When you were worth what he was, you could pick and choose. And he did. He also already knew he was not choosing this one.

  “How about I’ll get back to you in a day or so.”

  “I might have another offer by then,” she said.

  “I’ll risk it.”

  She grabbed her purse. “Well, I’m disappointed.”

  She stood, then stalked out. Good riddance, he thought.

  Then the waitress showed up. “She didn’t look happy.”

  “No, she didn’t.”

  Colton looked around for the Ellyn look alike but didn’t see her. The waitress put a folder in front of him that looked like a bad version of a portfolio. He sighed.

  “What is this?” he said.

  “My head shots and resume. In case blondie who was here doesn’t work out.”

  Did she give these out on a daily basis? He smiled as politely as he could. “I’ll look at it later.”

  “I hope so. I don’t want to be a waitress for the rest of my life.”

  No one did, but after a few years, many realized that not everyone would be a super model.

  “Are you in school?”

  “No, I work and go to auditions.”

  “Can you sing?”

  “Of course. I’m in a small di
nner theatre show. You should come see me. You’ll get a good sense of my talent,” Josey said.

  He hadn’t remembered her name, but she had a name tag so that was easy. He sighed. This was the part of the job he hated. The only time someone didn’t accost him was at Doug’s party. Everywhere else, his reputation preceded him. His life was high profile because of his parents and the life he’d led.

  “I don’t get out of Manhattan much.”

  “But you should. I’m killing it in this musical.”

  Should he ask? No, he better not. The Ellyn lookalike was there again. She really did look like her but she hadn’t mentioned she waitressed in Manhattan. In fact, she hadn’t told him what she did for a living. He only knew she went to NYU. He had her phone number but he resisted calling her. He’d give her another day. He left her in the hands of his driver less than twenty-four hours ago; hopefully, she was still thinking about it.

  He handed the waitress his credit card. She glanced at it. “You want to see the bill first?”

  “No, just charge it.”

  At least that way he could get the waitress out of his hair. He glanced at his phone. Ellyn hadn’t called him yet. He wondered what her hesitation was about. Could he talk her into it? His fingers itched to dial her number, but he put his phone down on the table. The waitress came back with his receipt to sign.

  At last he could get out of the restaurant.

  CHAPTER 5

  That day, every month, that Ellyn dreaded was upon them: the day she rode on a creaky bus out of the city to the prison where Derek’s father was. She was sorry she’d ever agreed to bring him to see his father. Derek had made her promise, once a month. Ellyn didn’t think it was a great idea to have Derek visit his father in jail. Chance, Derek’s father, had done nothing to discourage Derek’s curiosity. The whole situation put a bad taste in Ellyn’s mouth but she hadn’t thought of a way to get out of it.

  Derek was up and dressed early. There was never any arguing when it was the day to visit Daddy. Chance had been around when Derek was younger but had then gotten himself arrested. He wouldn’t be out until Derek was in high school. Ellyn should have put her foot down. Derek had been young enough to forget about his father by this point. Chance was no role model, no matter how much he loved his son.

  But she didn’t love him and he didn’t love her. She had once been taken in by his charm, never again. She just hoped Derek would eventually figure out his father’s game.

  The bus was late and the morning was cold. Ellyn shivered with the women waiting outside the church. If the church had been located in a nicer borough of New York City, it might have been open for them in the cold. In the Bronx, not so much, too much fear here.

  Derek bounced around her feet, seemingly oblivious to the cold. He glanced up at her with his deep brown eyes. “I hope we have enough time to tell Daddy all that has happened.”

  Ellyn often wondered what Derek would tell his father but he usually talked during the whole visit. Save her from making nice with Chance, she never brought him anything other than their son. Theirs was a not a love relationship, despite Chance trying to convince her that it was. He was using her, end of story.

  The bus finally came, letting out a puff of black smoke as it braked. Derek tried to be the first one on the bus but Ellyn grabbed him. “Wait our turn.”

  Derek bounced in front of her as a few others climbed on first. He bounced up the steps when it was his turn and he found a seat right in the front. She frowned at him.

  “We fill in the back of the bus first,” she said.

  “Aw, Mom.” He frowned then trudged to a seat farther back in the bus.

  “Open your coat.”

  She knew in a few minutes that the bus would get very hot. This was no luxury bus but a big yellow one borrowed by the Department of Corrections. No facilities; Derek was only just able to make the whole trip without complaining about needing to use a restroom.

  The bus driver did not stop for anything.

  This was her life: a small place in the Bronx, a bus ride to see her incarcerated baby Daddy. No future; no education. The weight of it all forced a sigh out of her.

  “You okay, Mommy?”

  Derek, the best thing in her life, stared up at her. At five, he was still very self-centered but he had these moments of clarity, moments where he stepped out of himself and his little world to reach out to her. It broke her heart. He was five. He should be worried about kindergarten or the next matchbox car he’s going to get. Derek should have a real childhood with playmates and parks and birthday parties. Her heart ached that she couldn’t give that to him.

  “What a handsome boy,” the older woman across the aisle said.

  Derek smiled. “Thank you.”

  Ellyn also smiled at the woman in her beat up coat. “Thank you.”

  Derek took after her; there was no trace of Chance in his face which made Ellyn happy.

  “You going to see your Daddy?” the woman asked.

  “Uh huh,” Derek said.

  She could hear the pride in his voice. She shouldn’t want to take that away, but she did. Then her mind went to Colton’s offer. If she was a model, and even a little bit successful at it, she might be able to give her son a better life, maybe even force Chance to give up custody. If she had money for a lawyer, she could do that. Chance had no money. He had no prospects other than the four walls of the prison for the next ten years. Derek deserved better. Ellyn knew that she deserved better than to scrape by on her own. Scraping by sucked.

  Derek chatted with the woman as Ellyn escaped into her thoughts. She was thankful for the respite, because she had to make this decision soon. She had no idea how long the offer would be on the table. And knowing it might be her only chance, she had to consider it. The bus lurched along the road to the prison.

  If she were successful, she’d never have to come back here. That might be reason enough.

  ***

  Colton had a brilliant idea. Maybe he could coax Ellyn into signing with him by showing her the potential she had. He mused over it in his office that overlooked Manhattan. He liked tall buildings and the view they offered. He hadn’t wanted his offices to be lower than the fiftieth floor.

  They weren’t, because Colton usually got what he wanted. Right now, his sights were on one gorgeous mocha-skinned woman. He wanted her professionally. And, he had to admit, he wanted her personally, too. She had eyes that spoke of strength in those golden flecks. He wondered what those eyes had seen in their life. He had no idea how old she was but she seemed to have an old soul.

  “You’re deep in thought. And I know that look,” Marcia said. His admin sat herself down on the leather chair reserved for guests.

  “What does it mean?”

  “You have someone in your sights.”

  “I do.” He smiled. She’d helped him grow this company. She knew him better than he knew himself.

  “Is this person giving you a hard time? Holding out for something?”

  He leaned back in his chair. He should bounce this off Marcia. “Holding out, but I’m not sure for what. It’s been a few days. I haven’t heard from her.”

  “Was someone else sniffing around her?”

  “Not that I know of. I met her at one of Doug’s parties.”

  “Then she’s playing hard to get.”

  He rubbed his chin. “Possibly, but I don’t think for the usual reasons.”

  “Why is she so important?”

  Of course she’d ask that. He couldn’t lie. She’d see through it. “I’m attracted to her.”

  “You know how that can turn out.”

  He knew all too well. He’d dated one of his first clients and she’d betrayed him. That’s when he had drawn the line between business and pleasure. That situation still smarted.

  “I know.”

  “Then why are you not running far away from her?”

  “I can’t put my finger on it. She doesn’t strike me as the usual person seeking fame
and fortune. She didn’t know who I was.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I am. She isn’t an actress and no one has heard of her. I asked around.”

  Like Cinderella, she’d disappeared into the night. That happened every time she left his presence. As if she was from another world and could escape to it any time she wanted.

  “Then she’s probably hiding something,” Marcia said. “That could be dangerous.”

  He didn’t think that was it. “I don’t know. Either way, I’m setting up a photo shoot for her. I want to know her potential and I want her to know it, too.”

  “So, no matter what I say, you’re pursuing this?” Marcia asked.

  “Yes, I am.”

  She frowned. “Your company.”

  “Did you bring me things to sign?”

  “Yes, the payroll has to be released, as do payments,” she said.

  “Okay. Just leave them here. I’ll have them back to you within the hour.”

  Marcia stood. “You’re going to call her?”

  “Yes. I’ve got the photographer ready to go for tomorrow.”

  “What if she isn’t free?”

  “We’ll work it out. Now go, let me call her.”

  Marcia shook her head then left. His palms were sweaty as he dialed. As if he were a teenager asking a girl on a date instead of a captain of industry. As if he hadn’t called a thousand women in his time. Why was this so different; because this was important.

  Ellyn picked up on the first ring. “Hello.”

  “Ellyn, it’s Colton. Do you have a minute?”

  “Uh, just a minute.” He heard her put down the phone. She was back a few minutes later. “Okay, I can talk now.”

  He wanted to laugh. No one put him on hold or told him to wait a minute. He liked that she had no idea that no one did that. He was just another guy to her.

  “I wanted to see you again.”

  “I haven’t made a decision yet.”

  “I know. I just wanted to make the deal sweeter.”

  “Sweeter?”

  “Just meet me and see what you think.” He gave her his office address. On the floor below his office he had a full studio where she could be photographed. “Or I can send my driver. He does know where you live.”