Seduced By My Billionaire Boss (The Billionaire Boss Series, #1) by Sierra Rose

completely ignored this. “I’m texting you his number. Call his cell and arrange a time to meet. I suggest you make it sooner rather than later.”
    My mouth went dry, but I shook my head and made a spur of the moment decision to just make the best of it. Michael was capable, after all. No matter how hard he tried to hide it.
    “Alright—I’ll get on it right away.”
    I was about to hang up when I heard her voice echoing again through the phone—as uncertain and anxious as I’d ever heard it.
    “Harks?”
    I froze in place, caught off guard by her hesitation. “Yes?”
    “I appreciate it.”
    Then the line clicked off.
    I stared at it for a moment before Rose’s sleepy voice broke through my reverie. “Jen? Do you know that there’s a mountain of papers piling up in the living room?” I heard her start the coffee maker and said a silent prayer of relief. “I think someone’s trying to send you a book.”
    “I’ll be there in a minute!” I called, still rooting around in my closet.
    I had pulled out my normal work attire, thinking it to be appropriate, but after hearing that I was going to be working with Michael, I was rethinking it. After a moment, I decided that he would appreciate a more casual take on the day, and went from my closet to my dresser—pulling out a pair of black jeans and a simple, stylish shirt. He wore jeans to the office, maybe this was how he liked to work. And I needed him focused today, damnit. There was no time for his usual games.
    I yanked on the clothes and tried unsuccessfully to run a brush through my tousled bed hair. In the end, I decided that ‘grunge chic’ would have to be acceptable and whipped out my cell phone again as I pulled on my shoes. I dialed the number Patti had sent over and waited on pins and needles for him to pick up.
    After three languid rings, there was finally a noise on the other end.
    “Who is this?” came a sleepy voice, half muffled by a pillow. “How did you get this number?”
    “Michael? It’s me—Jenna.”
    “...from the gym?”
    I rolled my eyes in exasperation. “From your work , genius. Listen, Trask bumped up the draft for the merger to Monday, and I’m going to need you to meet me at the office as soon as possible.”
    There was a brief pause, and I heard the rustling of sheets.
    “Is this a joke? Who is this?” A loud yawn. “I think you want my brother.”
    Truer words had never been spoken. This was most definitely a job for the older Larchwood brother, not the younger. But I’d work with what I had.
    “Michael, this isn’t a dream. You need to wake up. This is Jenna. The girl from the office and the gym—the one who won’t go out with you. You need to put your feet on the ground and have someone get you coffee because this is going to be a really long day. I need you to work with me on this, buddy. Okay? Now what’s going on—are you up?”
    “Oh... Jenna .”
    “I swear, Michael!”
    There was chuckling on the other end.
    “I’m only joking. Alright, I’m up. And yes—I’ll help you with your little dilemma.”
    I bit my lip in exasperation. As if he had a choice.
    “But only because I think it’s adorable you went through all this trouble just to get my phone number.”
    The phone was trembling in my hand and I was trying my best not to shout. “What are we—twelve?! This is serious, Michael!”
    “And I’m taking it seriously, Jenna.”
    I heard him walking around now and closed my eyes in relief. At least I knew he wasn’t going to hang up and fall right back to sleep.
    “Only one thing,” he continued.
    “What’s that?” I asked, the smile fading from my face.
    “I’m not really feeling the office today. I’ll send a car around to pick you up.”
    I threw up my hands in utter exasperation.
    “Wait! Where do you—”
    “Jenna, I’m sending a car.”

Chapter 5
    “Y ou have got to be kidding me.”
    The town car that had inexplicably found my address and picked me up ten minutes later