ALL THAT HE WANTS (Volume 1 The Billionaire's Seduction) by Olivia Thorne Page A

time? As they say in New York, fuhgedabboudit.
    Connor went back to Sebastian. “Have room service deliver my usual, times two, ten minutes after check-in.”
    There was another labored sigh. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance of me persuading you to take the flight to New York.”
    “Nope.”
    “Reschedule?”
    “Yep.”
    “FINE,” the voice snapped, then switched to a much nicer tone as it addressed me. “Miss Ross?”
    “Yes?”
    “All former unpleasantries aside, try to keep him from destroying Los Angeles – and himself – this weekend, would you?”
    I looked at Connor with a bemused frown. “Uh… I’ll try.”
    “Best effort. If he’s intent on something, it’s going to happen anyway, so don’t throw yourself in front of the bus trying to stop him.”
    “Um… okaayyy… thanks for the warning…?”
    “ Goodbye , Sebastian,” Connor said, not unlike the way a parent might tell an unruly child ‘goodnight’ after the second glass of water and the third ‘tuck me in.’
    “Toodles,” the voice signed off.
    Connor closed his eyes, shook his head, and then looked over at me. “My staff has the tendency to be a little more… familiar than they should. It’s something I should have nipped in the bud long ago, but… Sebastian has been with me forever. And he’s very loyal.”
    “He must be a grade-A doofus,” I said.
    Connor frowned. “What?”
    “Nine o’clock on a Friday night and still working? Isn’t that what you told me doofuses do?”
    He grinned as he recognized his own quote from earlier in the evening. “You realize, by extension, that would make me a douchebag.”
    I let his comment hang in the air for several seconds, not saying anything. Then I took a sip of champagne and peered over the edge of the glass at him. Your move.
    Connor laughed. “Sebastian makes considerably more than you do.”
    “Yeeeaaah, about that… we’re sitting in a Bentley, drinking Dom Perignon, while you talk to your assistant who apparently works all hours of the night for you.”
    Connor raised his eyebrows as though to say, Yes, and…?
    “I don’t know of any VP’s at Exerton who live high on the hog like that,” I finished up.
    “Yes, well, I’m a special VP.”
    “Special enough to rate a Bentley and bottles of Dom Perignon to impress li’l ol’ secretaries?” I asked, batting my eyes mockingly.
    It shouldn’t have bothered me. I should have known better. I mean, really – I had sex with the guy two hours after meeting him. What did I expect, a proposal and a ring?
    I should have thought it through before I got in the damn limo – if for no other reason than I wouldn’t have to be thinking through it now. I mean, this guy was gorgeous. He had an incredible expense account. He was driving around in a Bentley limo, for heaven’s sake. He must have had women throwing themselves at him constantly. And any woman who didn’t, he probably just turned up the charm on her and she folded instantly.
    Like me.
    It shouldn’t have bothered me.
    But it did.
    He gave me a tight smile that was more of a grimace. “Sebastian’s tales of my past are greatly exaggerated.”
    “I’m sure,” I said coolly.
     “Don’t do that,” he said quietly, his face suddenly very serious.
    “What?” I asked, genuinely confused.
    “Make it like what we did back there didn’t mean something. Because it meant something to me.”
    I looked away. I had to – my heart was fluttering.
    He probably tells every girl who steps in this limo that ‘it meant something to me,’ I told myself. It’s just another line.
    But it was a good one.
    “I’m just being stupid,” I muttered.
    “It sounds like you’re having a little buyer’s remorse.”
    “No…”
    I’m just regretting letting my feelings run away with me.
    “It’s just that I can see you using all this,” and here I gestured to the limo, “to impress women so they’ll sleep with you. And I’m kind of wondering if I’m just one