Millionaire Romance: In Love With My Personal Assistant - A Contemporary Romance (Millionaire Romance, Contemporary Romance, Comedy Romance Book 2) by Audrey Tolhouse Read Free Book Online Page B

They didn’t always have lunch together. He was incredibly professional, which Jennifer was only just now starting to realize that perhaps she always wasn’t. It was difficult to set her feelings aside when he had been near to her. Being so close to him throughout the day just felt like an opportunity to feel his lips against hers since he was always just a breath away.
    This was where Andrew’s focus really made the difference. She wasn’t sure how he was capable of remaining so focused on work, but he could. Maybe that was a trick all millionaire men could do.
    The more Jennifer thought about the idea, the more she wondered if she might have been on to something. She knew from working alongside Melone that many men often had affairs within the workplace. Even within the Melone group, Jennifer had heard stories and rumors of get togethers and hook ups within their own office. On the surface, you’d never tell.
    During meetings and throughout the workday people remained calm and held the upmost level of professionalism. That was the way this type of environment worked. Business and work first, love and pleasure later. She thought for a second about a millionaire’s concept of love. As a whole, she wasn’t sure she believed if they loved, at least not the way that ordinary men and women identified with the word.
    That might seem barbaric. Men with money had appetites for the things they had an affinity for. Jennifer just wasn’t sure if she’d used the word ‘love’ to describe their attraction. Perhaps obsessed would be a better fit.
    Some were obsessed with the power and the freedom that more money could bring. Others were obsessed with the constant supply of women. James wasn’t like that, and thankfully, neither was Andrew.
    While Jennifer couldn’t vouch for Andrew’s younger days as a wealthy man, she had the feeling that he was probably always the more conservative type. Still, that led her to wonder, if he were the type to prefer only one woman, why was he single after so many years?
    He seemed like a great catch. Gorgeous, strong, incredibly handsome—wait; that was same thing as gorgeous. Jennifer blinked and realized she had been staring at the same piece of paper for over five minutes.
    Food.
    That’s what she needed. It would cure her roaming mind and help her stay focused. She reached for the phone and pressed James’s call number. He didn’t answer right away, but when he did, Jennifer’s stomach tightened. She didn’t recall him having such a smooth, inviting voice in the past. Was he capable of it? Of course, but he had never used the voice on her. She stammered over her thoughts. Why was she calling again?
    “Thinking about taking lunch?” James asked curiously. His voice brought butterflies back to her stomach, a feeling she hadn’t felt with him in two weeks. What was happening?
    “Um, yes,” was all Jennifer could manage.
    “Good. I just got off the phone with Timothy.”
    Jennifer frowned. The name sounded familiar. Her mind struggled with switching into work gear. She remembered that Timothy was the name of the last call she had transferred to James’s office.
    “That’s good,” she managed in a bright voice. The flutters in her abdomen were starting to subside.
    “Looks like we might have another client. He would like to meet me for a late meeting. We’ll get lunch on the way.”
    Jennifer frowned. “What do you mean?”
    “I want you to come with me. It’ll be good for you to see how I do business.”
    “Um, what?” Jennifer blinked and shook her head. “Go with you where? Where is Timothy?”
    “He’s in Summit, Jennifer. I’ll head to your office.”
    “Wait—where’s Summit?” She heard James chuckle over the phone. The beautiful sound made her heart jump.
    “It’s in New Jersey. Near New York City.”
    “Wait a minute,” Jennifer shook her head violently, trying to understand what James was saying. “You mean New Jersey, on the east coast?” There