Surprising the Billionaire with a Baby - Elizabeth Lynx Page 0,12

Then he came into the kitchen ten minutes ago, asking where you were, as guests had started to arrive half an hour ago.”

I slid the coat from the hanger and cradled it in my arm.

“It’s just a coat check job. You act like I’m about to work for a powerful CEO, and your reputation’s at stake. Don’t worry, Sis, your job’s secure as long as you have Beau at your side.” I pursed my lips.

My sister gasped. That was harsh, even for me, but I didn’t like her accusatory tone.

“You think the only reason Lee Wisely hired me is because I’m dating his son?”

No, not at all.

I folded my arms and said, “Not really, but that man is just like his son. Where do you think Beau learned to be such a turd? I love you, Laura, and I think you’re an amazing chef, but you’re wasting your time working for that man. You should have your own restaurant where your dishes can shine.”

Her bottom lip wobbled, causing my heart to crack. “So, the best I can hope to get is by sleeping with someone to get a job.” She wiped at a tear that fell from her eye. “That’s just great. You know, I hear the whispers from the other cooks in the kitchen. I even brought it up to Beau, but he swore none of it was true. He said they were jealous that I was dating him and they weren’t.”

My mouth fell open. “Do you believe that?”

She winced. “I don’t know what to believe anymore.”

I opened my arms, the coat still hanging from one, and waved her in for a hug. “Come here.”

Laura hadn’t even made it into my arms before she burst into tears.

“If anyone is jealous, it’s because of your talent. Okay? I don’t know why Lee hired you. I only met him once.” Which was enough for me to realize how awful that family was. “But I know your cooking. Someone would have to be a fool to not want you as a chef at their restaurant.”

“And what about Beau?” Laura pulled back with a sniffle.

“You know my thoughts on that man. But if you love him, then I’ll try to find the good in him.”

She shook her head. “He’s just stressed. Trying to live up to his father’s reputation. No one’s perfect.”

I hated that she was making excuses for him.

“Okay. Then why are you really here?”

My sister may have said it was because of Jason, the HR assistant here at The Benjamin, but I could tell something was bothering her.

She let go of me and cupped her cheeks. Oh boy, this would be big.

“I think he’s cheating on me.”

I bit my tongue. No, really. I bit hard on that sucker just so the words I told you so didn’t escape my mouth.

I nodded and sprinkled words like “What?” and “No!” and finally, “That fucker!” while she explained more of her cheating theories.

“I think it’s with Sangi.”

Our cousin. Sangria Hobbleton. A wealthy, spoiled heiress to a billion-dollar fortune. We may have been cousins, but we were the family she didn’t like to acknowledge, unless she needed us to help her. Like my sister to cater her lavish parties.

I felt as highly for Sangi as I did for Beau. Now that I thought about it, they’d make the perfect couple. Both vapid and spoiled.

It wasn’t a surprise hearing my sister accuse Sangi of sleeping with her boyfriend. I called it months ago, but no one listened to me.

It was one of my talents. My sister’s talent was cooking, and mine was reading people. I could spot someone void of morals a mile away.

“Really? What makes you think that?”

“He was supposed to work the catering gig with me for the Jingle Balls Ball but then said he had to meet a potential client for his father in Aspen.”

“Isn't that where Sangi is vacationing right now?”

The only reason I knew was because I couldn’t glance at a social media site without coming across ads for the latest gossip on America’s princess in Aspen.

My sister exhaled, and her shoulders fell. “Yes.”

She looked defeated.

I pulled her back into my arms. If I disliked Beau before, it was nothing compared to what I felt for him now. If I ever saw him, I’d kick him in the nut sack.

“How about we get some hot chocolate and watch action movies?” I offered, tucking a loose strand from her bun behind her ear.

“But I still have to work. And you do too.”

“You