Romance: Two Nights with the Billionaire by Elizabeth Ward Read Free Book Online Page A

but not really surprised.
    I cup his face in my hands and kiss him on the mouth.
    “It’s okay. Go do what you have to do.”
    “I’ll be back by tonight, and we’ll go check out the nightlife.”
    He kisses me again but I can feel that he’s already thinking about work, so I let him go and watch as he shaves and dresses.
     
     
     
    I spend the morning walking along the beach paths and enjoying the sunshine.
    Everywhere there is music playing, and the food smell combined with the scent of sand and sea are almost overwhelming.
    When I spot a colorful-looking market I make my way over, buy ice cream, and just wander around, looking at the various arts and crafts and homemade jams and stopping to look at a stall selling bikinis and colorful patterned wraparounds.
    I’m sitting at a beachfront restaurant, waiting for my order, when I spot a familiar face and smile.
    “Damon!”
    He looks up from the newspaper he is reading and grins when he spots me sitting only a couple of tables over.
    “Hey, Cinderella.”
    He stands and strolls closer. Indicating the opposite seat he says, “Do you mind?”
    I nod and say, “Please.”
    And he sits.
    “Did you follow me here?” he jokes, narrowing his eyes.
    “You can’t call yourself a famous director until you have at least one stalker,” I joke.
    The conversation between us flows easily, like it did at the party.
    I tell him about the huge argument I’d had with Joshua and how we’d come here to get away from everything.
    “So where is he?” Damon says.
    “He had to go fix something at the office.” I’m already laughing before I finish the sentence. “Okay, that’s enough of my whining. Tell me what you’re working on at the moment.”
    He lets out a long-suffering sigh and tells me about the advertisement he just finished, showing me on his phone.
    “I’m working on a virtual portfolio right now but I need a way to let people view my stuff that doesn’t just look like a page of social media . ”
    “Can you show me?”
     
     
     
    An hour later, we’re back at the mansion and I’m sitting cross-legged on the couch as I sketch out a possible interface.
    He’s lying on his back on the floor by my feet, describing what he sees in his head.
    This is always my favorite part of starting a new project. Planning, throwing out ideas, and the growing anticipation as I slowly turn a concept into reality. I love the feeling of taking something from a person’s head and turning it into reality.
    I’ve always loved building things, and creating something from nothing never ceases to amaze and excite me. I haven’t felt like this since I signed the non-compete clause.
    I turn the sketchpad to show Damon the results and he actually laughs and claps.
    “That’s perfect!” he says, jumping up on the couch beside me. “But how long would it take to make?”
    I shrug. “Couple of hours.”
    “Hours?” He looks at me like he thinks I’m joking and I just look right back.
    “Yeah,” I say. “There are loads of code scripts that can handle what you want. They’ll just need some tweaking then I’ll make a custom theme for it. All you’ll need to do is add your content.”
    He looks at me, suddenly serious. “You know you don’t have to do all this for me? I know you’re sort of on holiday.”
    That makes me laugh. “I’ve been sort of on holiday for months now.”
    The rest of the afternoon passes in a blur as I get to work creating his new virtual portfolio and he makes me snacks and drinks. It’s funny how much I love creating this stuff. Doing this work feels right.
    Damon and I are sitting side by side in front of his laptop as I show him the finished product.
    “This is so amazing,” he says, still laughing and grinning like it’s Christmas. “Thank you so much for doing this. It is amazing how you have taken a thought and created something out it. You are amazing at this stuff.”
    “I forgot how much I love this kind of work.”
    “Well