The Billionaire's Trust (His Submissive, Part Eleven) by Ava Claire Page B

you as you know about me.
Surface information easily garnered from a google
search.”
    He said it easily. Coolly if you
really knew him and could see past the almost bored way he skimmed
the menu. He was Jacob Whitmore, head of Whitmore and Creighton,
one of the most prestigious PR firms in the world. Google was for
amateurs and we were the big leagues. If he wanted, he could have
had a dossier filled with everything from her first kiss to the
date and location of her first heartbreak. Research was our thing,
knowing every minuscule piece that made a person who they are so we
could find a way to make them better. Saying he Googled her proved
how little he thought of this whole thing. One word and he’d just
given her the ultimate diss.
    “I’ve done my research too,” the
planner said smoothly. “I know that you’ve had relationships with
models, actresses and other personal assistants, but none of them
compared to her.” She sat up a little taller. “You weren’t
expecting her. In fact, you fought it and kept her at arm’s
length.”
    I felt the gasp ripple in my throat
and pressed my lips together to keep it inside. At arm’s
length--she was talking about the contract! Words and phrases
and liability--all ways to regulate and control his emotions. To
control me. Good thing I didn’t let the gasp go because Macy wasn’t
done, turning to face me.
    “You loved Jacob the moment you saw
him.”
    My lips weren’t pressed together
anymore because my jaw was on the table. I couldn’t believe that
her clear, far-from-soft voice was carrying our conversation to
several tables around us and now I was in her
sights.
    “I’m sure you didn’t know it was
love at the time since every woman with a pulse lusts after Jacob
Whitmore.” She glanced at him, not missing a bit. “No offense.” She
didn’t wait for his reply before returning her attention to me.
“But I think you knew there was something different about him.
About the two of you together. I know what the media’s calling it,
‘A Real Cinderella Story’ and ‘The Billionaire and His Secretary’.”
She dismissed that with a scoff. “It’s unimaginative and cliche and
now that I’ve seen you two together, I know there’s nothing cliche
about the way you look at each other.”
    Jacob and I exchanged a look and for
a few seconds, we were the only two people in the room.
    “Like that,” she said with a toothy
grin that blinded me. “Real. Passion. Sex. Love that leaves you
breathless.” She smoothed her hair back away from her face. “I
don’t know what other wedding planners would do with your story,
but I know that I could take that--” She held her hands out and
framed us, “--and make it shine through. I could get people to look
past the glitz and glamour and see the thing that’s uniquely
you.”
    Alicia could barely sit still. “Tell
us more about your vision for the ceremony for my son and
daughter-in-law. I know you have something amazing in
mind.”
    Hearing my in-law call me ‘daughter’
for the first time and mean it should have been a moment, but it
just made me feel...queasy. She was really laying it on and it made
my stomach twist and knot because I still wasn’t sure if this was
all real or just a part of a larger plan. I tried to push it aside,
at least long enough to hear what Macy had planned for
us.
    “Nothing gaudy and over the top,”
Macy continued. “You’re marrying a billionaire so people are
expecting horse drawn carriages and a guest list that stretches as
long as the train of your elaborate wedding gown. So I was thinking
something small and intimate would be the way to go.”
    And just like that, I’d found our
wedding planner.
    The excitement that colored Alicia’s
face a few minutes ago devolved into confusion. “Small
and...intimate?”
    Macy nodded. “I think that would
really capture the essence--”
    “We’ll be in touch, Macy.” Alicia
sliced in, shutting her down.
    I opened my mouth to tell her