Billionaire Wedding: Brooklyn's Baby (Interracial Billionaire Wedding Romance) ( Contemporary Taboo Alpha Male Wedding Romance) by Michele Reed Page A
Authors: Michele Reed
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mechanic. And honestly, I’m pretty happy where I’m at. I’m far too underqualified for something like that.”
“Just a mechanic?” he shook his head. “So modest.” He opened up one of his desk drawers and pulled out a small file. “I always do my homework, Mercedes. I can call you Mercedes, yes?”
“Well if I’m calling you Kerry,” she mumbled.
He grinned again, showing off his perfectly white teeth. “Mercedes, I always do my homework. I know you spent three years at MIT. While you were there you were on the gifted track for mechanical engineering. I can’t imagine why you left, but this is a very impressive resume. I called a few of your old professors, and they gave you some raving reviews.” He handed her the folded that head her transcripts inside, “Top of your class, every time. No matter what you were involved in, you were at the top. This impresses me. Underqualified? No, not at all. You didn’t finish your degree, but you have a large amount of knowledge and experience built up in that head of yours.”
Mercedes frowned to see her college transcripts. This was something she had not thought about in a long time. She missed MIT, but it had been a bad time for her. She could remember leaving class one day, receiving a phone call from her uncle Tito to come to some hospital that her father had suddenly passed out while working on a car. It was the day they had found out about the cancer. The transcripts did not bring back very fond memories. “I’m not a construction person,” she said.
“You see now? You’re just lying to me.” He smiled, “I found some more records on city planning. You were the foreman for a few small projects out in Brooklyn in your own neighborhood. You’ve done this before.”
She laid the folder down on his desk. “On a small house and a little apartment building, Kerry.”
“And now I’m offering to give you a chance to play in the big leagues,” he said with a wink, “And I think you can do it.”
“I think you have highly overestimated my abilities,” she said and crossed her arms.
“You’ve done this before. Just on a smaller scale,” he said. “Did I mention the job pays $200,000?”
Mercedes raised an eyebrow. “For one job?”
“For one job,” he said and then further explained himself. “Normally, I would offer this position to a company. That’s why the price is so high, but I’m willing to pay for quality not for a name brand. If the price gets you on board, I’m willing to pay it. So long as you can get the job done and get the job done well, you will walk home with $200,000 from this deal. No strings attached.”
Mercedes could not even comprehend that much money. She stared at him, almost angry for dangling this carrot out in front of her. What about the garage, she thought, quite unwilling to turn her back on it. She then grimaced a bit, I could buy the garage back from the city with that much money - and refurbish it. Hell, I could expand it! She was not sure if she could put the garage at risk by walking away during the time the project would take. She tapped her fingers on her knee. “Do you expect an answer from me now?” she asked.
“I was hoping,” he said and for the first time since they had gotten into his office he frowned.
“Would you allow me to sleep on this and get back to you as soon as I can?” she asked nervously. “It’s a great offer, but it’s a big decision you know? Especially for someone like me.”
His smile returned. He stood up and came around to her side of the desk. He leaned against
“Just a mechanic?” he shook his head. “So modest.” He opened up one of his desk drawers and pulled out a small file. “I always do my homework, Mercedes. I can call you Mercedes, yes?”
“Well if I’m calling you Kerry,” she mumbled.
He grinned again, showing off his perfectly white teeth. “Mercedes, I always do my homework. I know you spent three years at MIT. While you were there you were on the gifted track for mechanical engineering. I can’t imagine why you left, but this is a very impressive resume. I called a few of your old professors, and they gave you some raving reviews.” He handed her the folded that head her transcripts inside, “Top of your class, every time. No matter what you were involved in, you were at the top. This impresses me. Underqualified? No, not at all. You didn’t finish your degree, but you have a large amount of knowledge and experience built up in that head of yours.”
Mercedes frowned to see her college transcripts. This was something she had not thought about in a long time. She missed MIT, but it had been a bad time for her. She could remember leaving class one day, receiving a phone call from her uncle Tito to come to some hospital that her father had suddenly passed out while working on a car. It was the day they had found out about the cancer. The transcripts did not bring back very fond memories. “I’m not a construction person,” she said.
“You see now? You’re just lying to me.” He smiled, “I found some more records on city planning. You were the foreman for a few small projects out in Brooklyn in your own neighborhood. You’ve done this before.”
She laid the folder down on his desk. “On a small house and a little apartment building, Kerry.”
“And now I’m offering to give you a chance to play in the big leagues,” he said with a wink, “And I think you can do it.”
“I think you have highly overestimated my abilities,” she said and crossed her arms.
“You’ve done this before. Just on a smaller scale,” he said. “Did I mention the job pays $200,000?”
Mercedes raised an eyebrow. “For one job?”
“For one job,” he said and then further explained himself. “Normally, I would offer this position to a company. That’s why the price is so high, but I’m willing to pay for quality not for a name brand. If the price gets you on board, I’m willing to pay it. So long as you can get the job done and get the job done well, you will walk home with $200,000 from this deal. No strings attached.”
Mercedes could not even comprehend that much money. She stared at him, almost angry for dangling this carrot out in front of her. What about the garage, she thought, quite unwilling to turn her back on it. She then grimaced a bit, I could buy the garage back from the city with that much money - and refurbish it. Hell, I could expand it! She was not sure if she could put the garage at risk by walking away during the time the project would take. She tapped her fingers on her knee. “Do you expect an answer from me now?” she asked.
“I was hoping,” he said and for the first time since they had gotten into his office he frowned.
“Would you allow me to sleep on this and get back to you as soon as I can?” she asked nervously. “It’s a great offer, but it’s a big decision you know? Especially for someone like me.”
His smile returned. He stood up and came around to her side of the desk. He leaned against
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