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" I’ve got two investor meetings in L.A.—”
“And you want me to be there.”
“Yeah.”
He sat back in his leather chair and crossed his thick arms. “Done.”
“You don’t even know when they are,” I pointed out. I reached forward and took hold of my mouse to double-check the timing, but he didn’t wait.
“For you, my love, no time is a bad time.” He blew me a kiss.
“Why do I put up with you?” I asked, sitting back again and raking a hand through my hair.
His response was immediate. “I personally think it’s because you like a reminder of the fine male specimen you’ll never live up to.”
I shook my head and smirked, knowing I’d never be the six-foot-five monster he was and not struggling to swallow it even one little bit. My leaner but no less toned six-foot package hadn’t failed me yet.
“I’ll see you in L.A. tomorrow night, Adonis.”
“No way. I’ll see you here, at the airport, so you can hold my hand during—”
Raising my middle finger in salute, I clicked the button to end the call. "
― Max Monroe , Tapping the Billionaire (Billionaire Bad Boys, #1)