Capsizing Her Billionaire Boss - Sarah Gay Page 0,14
said with a slight bow.
Kent met her in the lobby with a breakfast sandwich wrapped in a brown napkin. “Double bacon,” he said, holding the sandwich out to his side to prevent Charlie from devouring it.
“How?” she asked, amazed he’d checked them in and ordered a sandwich in less than eight minutes flat.
He pointed to a room off the main lobby where a complimentary, buffet breakfast was being served.
“Kent, I don’t know how to thank you,” she said with a soft smile.
“You already have,” he said, touching her chin. “…with your angelic smile.”
“I’ll Venmo you for the room after I soak in a hot bath.”
His forehead creased with concern. “How bad is it? You hit the concrete pretty hard.”
She rubbed her back side. “I’m guessing I’ll have a bruise the size of this state. But time heals all wounds. Right?”
“I’m not so sure about that,” he said, handing her Charlie. “Let me know if you want to meet for dinner.”
She opened her mouth, then closed it, unsure of what to say. Should she go to dinner, or even be friends with him at all at this point?
His eyes dropped to the cream tiled floor. “What poet said that the beginning is great, but the ending is even greater?”
Was he telling her that he’d accepted their breakup? Relief washed over her. She reached up and kissed his cheek. “You deserve the world, Kent.”
“What if I’m staring at her,” he said with a sigh, then turned and walked into the busy breakfast dining area.
Or maybe he didn’t accept the breakup. She took a bite of her breakfast sandwich. “Charlie, you’re the only male who makes any sense. How about a long, long, long, hot bath? I’m not good at this breaking up thing and have no idea what I’m supposed to do.”
Chapter Five
Damian sensed the airport police officer’s eyes on him as he climbed into the back seat of Stanley’s car. “You saved me,” Damian said to Eli.
Eli jumped into the seat next to him, waving his phone in the air. “You never know when turning your camera on will save a man.”
Rob looked back at them from the front passenger seat. “You recorded the paparazzi guy pushing Poppy down?”
“You know her?” asked Eli, handing Rob his phone to view the video footage. Eli had been asleep for the good part of both flights, which almost explained his inattention. “The paparazzi dude called the police over, but when I showed the police this,” he said taking his phone back from Rob, “the officer threatened to arrest the jerk instead of Damian.”
From the driver’s seat, Stanley raised his hand. “And that officer is going to ticket me if we don’t move. Where to?” he asked, pulling into traffic.
Rob patted Stanley’s shoulder. “Thanks for offering to pick us up. Not exactly in the job description.”
“Don’t mention it,” said Stanley.
Damian leaned forward. “And thanks for taking our friends where they needed to go.”
“Sure,” said Stanley, holding up a fifty-dollar bill. “I got a sweet tip out of it.”
Rob tried to grab the bill from him, but Stanley waved it away with a laugh. Rob growled out, “You owe her. When you get back to the office, I want you to put her name in the system. If she comes in to eat, I want you to treat her like a queen.”
“You got it, boss,” said Stanley, kissing the bill before stuffing it back into his pocket. “How’s Wyatt?”
“I’ll check,” said Rob, holding his phone to his ear.
Stanley still hadn’t provided Damian with enough information. He was dying to know where Poppy went, and if the fall had hurt her. Rob’s general manager wasn’t a man of many words. Damian kept his voice neutral. “Where did our friends end up going?”
Through the rearview mirror, Stanley’s brow firmed. “The Residence Inn.”
“Both of them?” Damian nearly screamed out. “In the same hotel?”
All eyes turned on Damian until Rob spoke. “No visitors in the hospital, but Wyatt’s doing great,” he said, lowering his phone. “Take us to my apartment, Stanley, and I’ll get these boys home to McKinney and cook them a decent meal to ward off impending illness from the stress we’ve all been under these past two days.” Some big brothers beat up their younger siblings to bond and show their affection; Rob baked.
“Two minutes off the plane and you want to cook,” Stanley said with a shake of his head. “I kinda knew it and brought you a few staples from the restaurant’s kitchen.”
“You’re a good