How To Marry A Billionaire: A BWWM Billionaire Romance by Susan Westwood Read Free Book Online Page A

skin was as soft as it looked.
    He sighed. His car pulled up and Ellyn walked towards it. “Thanks Colton, I’ll be in touch.”
    This was his chance. He took a firm grip on her arm, spinning her around, and he planted a sweet kiss on her lips. It didn’t convey what he was really feeling but he didn’t regret it. He couldn’t. He regretted little in his life. She responded by kissing him back but he kept the kiss light. He didn’t want to maul her on a street in Manhattan.
    Then, he let her go. She looked at him with swollen lips and large eyes. She didn’t say anything, just stepped into his car and he closed the door. When the car pulled away, he put a hand to his lips. Should he have done that? What was she thinking? Mixed signals were not a good thing. He pulled out his phone and dialed Doug.
    “I just kissed Ellyn.”
    “What? Are we girls now? Do we have to talk about our feelings?”
    “I’m trying to sign her to my agency.”
    “Sounds like you’re trying to audition her for your bed, not your business.”
    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