Page 51 of Dating the Billionaire

Miranda sighed. “Yeah, so am I. What can I help you with? Do you want me to give Teo a message for you?”

“I can do it myself,” she said. “He just showed up at the office. Did you tell him where to find me?” That was what she’d wanted to know—if he’d come there just for a flight or for Savannah.

“Hell, no,” she said.

“Then what’s he doing there?” She was asking the questions rhetorically since she didn’t expect Miranda to actually know the answer.

But her friend replied anyway. “I don’t know. Maybe he’s looking to book a private plane. I think I might have mentioned your company to him during his initial interview because he’d said something about having to fire his pilot.”

That made sense then that he’d called them when he had.

“But that was before I even thought about introducing the two of you,” Miranda continued. “It might have been what made me think of you, though, and that the two of you would work well together.”

Tears stung Blair’s eyes again. They had worked well together—in every way, but most especially in the bedroom or the back of a limo...

“Guess I was wrong about that, though,” Miranda continued. “Since you won’t return his calls.”

“I screwed up,” Blair admitted.

“I know,” Miranda agreed. “He’s a great guy. Tabitha keeps nagging for me to bend the rules and let her date him.”

Panic struck her heart over the thought of him being with anyone else. “Would you do that?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Miranda said. “He canceled his membership.”

So she’d already cost her friend a client. “I think he’s canceling his flights with us right now, too.”

“He booked some?”

“I’ve been flying him,” Blair admitted.

“You have?” Miranda asked with surprise that she followed with a snort. “Then of course he knows that’s where you work.”

“He doesn’t realize that I’ve been the pilot flying him,” she explained. “I used the costume that Tabitha helped me with last Halloween, the one when I dressed up to look like Grant.”

“You didn’t look anything like Grant,” Miranda told her.

“Maybe not,” Blair agreed. Even with the padding, she hadn’t looked as broad as her brother. “But at least I didn’t look enough like me for Teo to figure it out.”

“Or so you thought,” Miranda said. “He’s a smart guy. He wouldn’t have already made billions at his age if he wasn’t. He’s an incredible guy.”

Blair groaned and squeezed her eyes shut to hold in those threatening tears. “You don’t have to tell me. I know it. And I know I blew it.”

“What the hell were you thinking?” Miranda wondered aloud.

“I wasn’t...” That was the problem. Her attraction to Teo had scared her so much that she’d lost her senses for a while. “I’m really sorry.”

“I’m not the one you need to say that to,” Miranda said.

“But I cost you a client.” She sighed. “I cost myself one, too.”

“Teo is more than a client to you,” Miranda said. “And you are more than a client to me. If my business is successful, then I’m going to lose some clients to monogamy. Or worse yet, marriage.” She expelled a shaky-sounding sigh. “So don’t worry about me. The business is actually doing pretty well. Or it was before Tabitha got fired and came to our Monaco office to work as the receptionist.”

“You don’t think she told Teo where to find me, do you?” It had always been easy for anyone to get information out of Tabitha; she was the reason Blair and Miranda had gotten caught so many times in their old escapades.

“Neither of my sisters knows who Savannah is,” Miranda assured her. “They only know you as Blair, or I would have had to kill them per the deal you made me make with you when you first told me.”

Blair was afraid that Teo knew now, though. But maybe he had just come in looking for a flight or for the pilot he kept requesting.