Page 7 of Chosen By a Billionaire (Rags to Romance #24)

It was the end of a long day and Harrison was just about to turn off his desk computer and get out of there.

But throughout his super-busy work day he’d been thinking about that encounter he had that morning.

He couldn’t seem to shake it. And that was why, at the end of the day, he thought about her again.

Only this time he decided to pull up his security monitors before he left for the day.

He singled out the front entrance monitor and time dated it to that morning. When the young lady on the e-bike rode up on him, he zoomed in. And then he zoomed in on her. Specifically on her face. And he watched her.

And as he watched her, he knew he had to have her.

Not for any real relationship with her. He wasn’t hooking his wagon to any one person.

But he had to have her in his bed. That was a must. Anybody that turned him on that easily was somebody he wanted to spend some serious bed time with to see for himself just what was the unusual attraction.

But as he watched that monitor, he could tell the exact moment when she said those haunting that doesn’t mean I’m not here words. When she did, he froze-framed her face. And he couldn’t stop staring at her.

On the surface, there was nothing about her pretty, deep-toned brown face that was amazing to him.

But at the same time, everything about her deep-toned brown face was amazing to him!

From her eyes that looked as if she could see right through him, to her nose and mouth and thick hair – it all just worked together perfectly on her.

She had that look. That it about her. She had his undivided attention.

He was so engrossed that he didn’t hear his office door open, he didn’t hear Carter say hello, and he didn’t see Carter walk over to his desk, around his desk, and look at the computer screen too.

“Who’s that?”

He looked at Carter, surprised that he didn’t hear him enter his office. Then he looked back at the screen. “I splashed her this morning.”

He then copied her image and sent it to his security chief. Then he pressed two numbers on his desk intercom.

“Yes sir, Mr. Bainbridge. How can I help you, sir?”

“I sent you a pic.”

“Let me look. Yes sir, I see it now.”

“Find out what you can about her.”

“Is she the one that dented your limousine this morning?”

Harrison frowned. “How did you know about that?”

“I saw it on the monitors as it unfolded, sir.”

“Oh. Right. Yes, she’s the one. Get her info.”

“I already background her. Give me two minutes to pull it up,” the chief said, and Harrison ended the call.

Carter was smiling. “She dented your limo? Something that belongs to you? I would have loved to see your reaction.”

Harrison continued to play the video. “Here it is,” he said to Carter. But Carter was surprised when the young lady kicked the limo, denting it, and Harrison did nothing.

He looked at his boss. “No reaction?”

There was a reaction, alright, Harrison thought, but not like he meant. “Why are you in my office anyway? Or are you just nosy like that?”

“I dropped by to see if you wanted to go to dinner with us. Archie and Dalton would like you to join us. They want to run a potential startup deal by you.”

“Always work.”

“Always.”

“Dinner where?”

“They haven’t decided. Probably Delmonico’s.”

Then Harrison’s desk intercom buzzed. It was his security chief. “Her name is Jayda Robinson. She’s a delivery driver who also waits tables at the Sandhurst restaurant.”

Harrison had a thought. “Is she working at Sandhurst tonight?”

“Let me check.” Harrison was placed on hold. He looked at Carter. “Ever heard of it?”

“Sandhurst? Not really, no.”

It took a couple minutes, but then the chief came back on the line. “She’s working tonight, sir. She works every night from eight till closing.”

“Perfect.” Harrison stood up and grabbed his suit coat from the back of his chair.

“Do you want me to send somebody over there to confront her, sir?” his security chief asked over the intercom.

Harrison frowned. “Confront her about what?”

“The damage she did to your limousine.”

“No. Of course not,” he added as he began putting on his suitcoat. “Consider that matter closed.”

“Yes sir.”

Harrison pressed the end call button. Then he looked at Carter. “I accept your dinner invitation.”

“Let me guess: We’re going to this Sandhurst place?”

Harrison smiled, but he did not answer. He left the office, with Carter hurrying behind him.