Billionaire by Design (A BWWM Romance)
“And I did not look good before. That stupid uniform… ugh. You have no idea how much I hate it.”
    “Well, I think you looked adorable,” he said as his smile widened, revealing his perfect white teeth. “And I suspect you won’t be working there much longer,” he winked. “Follow me.”
    After leading her across the lobby’s marble floor to a pair of elevator doors while making idle chit-chat along the way, he hit the fourth floor button and guided her inside. She used the short ride up to ask him a bit more about his business, trying not to act as nervous as she was.
    “So… this entire place is yours?”
    “No, no, no,” he laughed. “I wish! Maybe someday. Right now we share the building with three other businesses. We take up the entire fourth flour. Third floor’s split between a law firm and a real estate agency. Second floor’s a tech support call center, and the ground floor’s a paper distributor, which is handy.”
    “I see,” Jenna replied as the elevator chimed and its doors parted, giving way to a large reception area. A plump red-haired woman was seated high behind a tall counter with the words “Enterprise Marketing” decorating its front in big, silver letters. The company’s logo, a silver globe with an arrow circling it, was situated to the immediate right of the lettering. It was simple yet beautiful, and Jenna suspected it had been designed by Talbot himself.
    The heavyset woman greeted them with a smile and a friendly wave as they passed her. Zane flashed her a polite nod while Jenna returned her wave and they continued down a long, wide hallway with several doors, some open and some closed, on both sides. Incredible artwork from various marketing campaigns the firm had worked on hung from the walls, and Zane slowed their pace so Jenna could admire it.
    “Wow,” she gasped, soaking it all in.
    “Pretty cool, huh?” Zane grinned as he stole a glance at her eyes that were widened in admiration. One particular piece made her stop in her tracks and her jaw drop slightly.
    “You did the marketing for Mama’s Pizza?!” she asked excitedly as she leaned in closer to the framed art.
    “Guilty,” Zane laughed as he looked at her in curious fascination. “I take it you’re a fan of that place?”
    “Oh my God, yes!” she shot back with uncontainable enthusiasm. “I love it. I go there with my roommate sometimes. Their food is so good.”
    “Ah, so you have a roommate,” Zane noted as he stood taking in her beauty.
    “Guilty,” Jenna joked as they proceeded down the hallway. She absorbed everything, peeking into the open doors to catch a glimpse of the company’s inner workings while Zane happily watched her take it all in. In what appeared to be a conference room, a small group had gathered and seemed to be discussing possible campaign ideas.
    In what she instantly recognized as the art department, several men and women were hunched over their drafting tables while others sat in front of computer screens. The room was quite large and brimming with every supply imaginable. Everyone seemed to be working diligently, and when one of the employees spotted Jenna, she shot her a small wave while mouthing the word “hello.” Jenna mouthed it back with a smile before resuming her journey down the hallway.
    “That’s… that’s… wow. It’s like my dream come true in there,” she said in stunned wonderment.
    “Not bad, right? That’s where most of the magic happens,” Zane explained.
    The end of the hallway gave way to a shorter, narrower hallway to their right, but they continued straight and into the smaller reception area preceding Zane’s office. An attractive blond woman sitting behind a midsized desk stood to shake Jenna’s hand as Zane introduced the two.
    “Jenna, this is my secretary, Sheryl. Sheryl, this is my friend Jenna.”
    The two exchanged pleasantries and shared a moment of small talk before Jenna followed Zane into his office. Jenna didn’t miss the

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