The Long Hot Summer (Billionaire Season Book 1) by Kimball Lee Page B
Authors: Kimball Lee
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so nice and so adorably handsome in his boyish way and so very, very open to an actual relationship. Unlike William Warfield. And what the freaking hell was it with nice girls who always fell hard for the emotionally screwed up and completely unavailable bad boys ?
Allie had the overwhelming sensation of being watched just then and the office air was filled with the most delightful fragrance of fresh flowers. She stared out to the courtyard trying to decide where the smell was coming from when a movement in the hallway caught her eye.
“Is this going to be like a daily thing ,” she asked, trying her best not to smile or jump into his flower laden arms. “Should I expect you to drop by my office at the slightest whim? And come on, seriously, what’s up with the flowers? Do you have a fixation on the whole Pride and Prejudice scenario, one minute you dislike me and the next minute you’re standing in my office with an armful of flowers? Because honestly William, I would never have imagined you as a fan of Jane Austen.” She promised herself that she would keep her eyes on the gargantuan bouquet and not look into his haunting dark eyes. He’d been so adamant that romance was for fools that she needed to be irritated with him. But instead she lifted her gaze to his and what she saw in his eyes made her feel as if she wasn’t in this crazy love thing all by herself.
“Not a Jane Austen fan, but it seems I am a fan of yours. The flowers, yeah, I admit it’s a bold gesture and clichéd as hell, but here I am holding this ridiculous bouquet and all because I needed an excuse to have one glimpse of your face.”
The remark left her unable to utter a sound, he needed one glimpse of her face . She had never expected to hear such a romantic statement directed at her, and certainly not from a man as opposed to romance as William Warfield.
“I… love the flowers … and I have a date… tonight. Brodie’s not in the office today but he’s picking me up at the hotel in an hour,” she managed to say and an array of conflicting emotions played across William’s handsome face.
“Brodie’s taking you out tonight, well that’s wonderful, that’s great news, Miss Darling.” he said tossing the flowers on her desk, his eyes were like the darkest depths of the sea, a place too deep for the sun to penetrate. “I won’t bother you again if your interest lies elsewhere, I wouldn’t want to come between you and Brodie Maguire. The fuck I wouldn’t! Why would you go out with him, Allie, are you looking for more of what you had last night? Please tell me that’s not it, tell me you’re not going to…”
“William, no! Is that what you think of me, that I fall into bed just like that? Well, thank you for your vote of confidence in my good judgment. And maybe I should rephrase that and leave out the word bed, you do have a reputation, you know. An aversion to beds and privacy and reputable wome n. Thanks again for the flowers Mr. Warfield, goodbye.”
“Allie…” he said but he stopped when Thelma Maguire stuck her head through the door of Allie’s tiny office.
“There you are Alaina, shouldn’t you be on your way? It’s past time to lock the doors and close for the day. Oh! Mr. Warfield, I didn’t see you come in and oh my, what an absolutely breathtaking abundance of Peonies. Allie, darlin’, you should hurry now, Brodie will be waiting and I’m sure Mr. Warfield understands how it is when a pretty girl has her first date in our romantic city.”
“This isn’t her first date,” William snapped, “and Brodie should take you out to dinner Mrs. Maguire and save his energy. Allie and I are… she and I… we are… together. We’ve been seeing each other and I’m sure she was too nice to hurt your son’s feelings but we are most definitely a couple.”
“Well my God, you could knock me over with a feather! When on earth did this come about? Allie, why didn’t you say something? That’s fabulous
Allie had the overwhelming sensation of being watched just then and the office air was filled with the most delightful fragrance of fresh flowers. She stared out to the courtyard trying to decide where the smell was coming from when a movement in the hallway caught her eye.
“Is this going to be like a daily thing ,” she asked, trying her best not to smile or jump into his flower laden arms. “Should I expect you to drop by my office at the slightest whim? And come on, seriously, what’s up with the flowers? Do you have a fixation on the whole Pride and Prejudice scenario, one minute you dislike me and the next minute you’re standing in my office with an armful of flowers? Because honestly William, I would never have imagined you as a fan of Jane Austen.” She promised herself that she would keep her eyes on the gargantuan bouquet and not look into his haunting dark eyes. He’d been so adamant that romance was for fools that she needed to be irritated with him. But instead she lifted her gaze to his and what she saw in his eyes made her feel as if she wasn’t in this crazy love thing all by herself.
“Not a Jane Austen fan, but it seems I am a fan of yours. The flowers, yeah, I admit it’s a bold gesture and clichéd as hell, but here I am holding this ridiculous bouquet and all because I needed an excuse to have one glimpse of your face.”
The remark left her unable to utter a sound, he needed one glimpse of her face . She had never expected to hear such a romantic statement directed at her, and certainly not from a man as opposed to romance as William Warfield.
“I… love the flowers … and I have a date… tonight. Brodie’s not in the office today but he’s picking me up at the hotel in an hour,” she managed to say and an array of conflicting emotions played across William’s handsome face.
“Brodie’s taking you out tonight, well that’s wonderful, that’s great news, Miss Darling.” he said tossing the flowers on her desk, his eyes were like the darkest depths of the sea, a place too deep for the sun to penetrate. “I won’t bother you again if your interest lies elsewhere, I wouldn’t want to come between you and Brodie Maguire. The fuck I wouldn’t! Why would you go out with him, Allie, are you looking for more of what you had last night? Please tell me that’s not it, tell me you’re not going to…”
“William, no! Is that what you think of me, that I fall into bed just like that? Well, thank you for your vote of confidence in my good judgment. And maybe I should rephrase that and leave out the word bed, you do have a reputation, you know. An aversion to beds and privacy and reputable wome n. Thanks again for the flowers Mr. Warfield, goodbye.”
“Allie…” he said but he stopped when Thelma Maguire stuck her head through the door of Allie’s tiny office.
“There you are Alaina, shouldn’t you be on your way? It’s past time to lock the doors and close for the day. Oh! Mr. Warfield, I didn’t see you come in and oh my, what an absolutely breathtaking abundance of Peonies. Allie, darlin’, you should hurry now, Brodie will be waiting and I’m sure Mr. Warfield understands how it is when a pretty girl has her first date in our romantic city.”
“This isn’t her first date,” William snapped, “and Brodie should take you out to dinner Mrs. Maguire and save his energy. Allie and I are… she and I… we are… together. We’ve been seeing each other and I’m sure she was too nice to hurt your son’s feelings but we are most definitely a couple.”
“Well my God, you could knock me over with a feather! When on earth did this come about? Allie, why didn’t you say something? That’s fabulous
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