The Billionaire's Favourite Mistake: Billionaires and Bridesmaids 4

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He’d watch and wait for her to arrive. Her father would be giving a speech soon, and Greer would surely be present for that. He found his place card at one of the tables in the center of the room, a few hungry-looking women already seated there. This party was full of girls on the lookout for a sugar daddy. Again, not surprising given the man they were there tonight to celebrate, but the avid, calculating looks in their eyes made Asher’s skin crawl a little. He plucked his card off the table and switched it with one at the far end of the cluster of tables so he could watch for Greer.
    An hour passed. The party was in full swing, people crowding in and getting tipsy. The Dutchman girls were everywhere, breasts exposed as they passed out drinks and posed for photos. How had someone as quiet and unobtrusive as Greer managed to come from an environment such as this? It didn’t make sense. People stopped to chat with him, but he kept the conversations brief, his gaze scanning constantly for the one person he wanted to find. Eventually, people migrated to the tables and the editor of
Prospectus
moved to the podium and began to speak.
    Asher’s gaze moved over the crowd. Stijn was seated at the front table with his three girlfriends, all gazing raptly up at the speaker. There were a few other people Asher didn’t recognize at Stijn’s table, but not his daughter. Damn it, where was she?
    As one speech ended and people began to clap, Stijn moved toward the podium. As he got up, Asher’s body stiffened. There was Greer, seated directly behind her father at the next table. There was no mistaking the long fall of dark, silky hair and the big, chunky glasses that swallowed up so much of her face. Her brown skin seemed to glow against the pale blue of her low-cut bodice, and her arms were bare.
    Immediately, he had an inappropriate boner. Damn it. Asher mentally willed his body to behave, but all he could think about were his few flashes of memory from that night—her soft body welcoming his, the adoring look in her dark eyes, the delicate swells of her dark-tipped breasts. She hadn’t noticed him thus far, and he was able to drink in the sight of her, unobstructed. She smiled and nodded as someone next to her spoke, but her expression seemed to be guarded. Wary. When her father spoke, her expression was attentive, but not beaming with affection or pride. A memory niggled at Asher, of Greer spending holidays back at her apartment rather than going home to visit family. Her expression changed as someone said something to her, and he watched a genuine smile spread across her face, and his body reacted again.
    It seemed that now his type had gone from redheads to, well, Greer.
    This was not a problem for him.
    The speech droned on, Stijn taking his time to talk himself up as he spoke of his company and his many accomplishments. Asher watched Greer through the entire speech, noting when her expression grew distant, and when she truly smiled. Odd that he could tell the difference, given that she tended to mask her emotions well.
    At some point, the speech ended and the crowd surged to their feet, giving Stijn a standing ovation. People whistled and cheered as if the man hadn’t bought himself a damn award, but Asher clapped along with the rest of them just to blend in. When the group started to disperse into partying again, he got out of his chair and moved toward Greer’s table, stalking her.
    He saw her heading off with one of the waitstaff and jogged to catch up. “Greer!”
    She turned and her face paled at the sight of him. Her mouth firmed into an angry line of distaste, and then she picked up her skirts and continued to walk away.
    Yeah, he was definitely on the shit list.
    That didn’t deter him, though. Asher headed after her, following her into the house and catching up despite her efforts to hurry. “Hey, wait up. I think we need to talk.”
    “I have nothing to say to you, Asher.” She didn’t turn to look at

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