A Moment Like You (The Baker’s Creek Billionaire Brothers #2) - Claudia Burgoa Page 0,60

had in my entire life.

Our morning is going well up until we are reminded that it is Monday, and I have to go to the factory. Since all my working clothes are at home, I head there after our workout, skipping my daily breakfast with my parents. I send them a text telling them I am running late and have to be in Happy Springs. By the time I’m heading out the door, Henry is outside leaning against Pierce’s SUV holding a coffee and a paper bag from My Cookie Jar.

He snakes his free arm around my waist and pulls me to him. “I want to fuck you. Bend you over your desk wearing those shoes.”

“My parents are across the street watching,” I warn him.

“Fuck,” he says, and I laugh when he turns around and doesn’t see them. “I’ll get you next time, Ms. Aragon.”

“Let’s go, Mr. Aldridge. I might let you play while we’re at the office.”

When we arrive at the factory, I notice there are a few other cars. “Is everyone here?”

“Yes, we want to officially address the employees while announcing that you’re the boss.”

“I like the title, the boss. Should I order my business cards with that inscription?”

“Stop teasing me, woman,” he says with a warning voice. “This time I’ll fuck that sassy mouth if you piss me off.”

Biting my lip I say, “Promise?”

Right in front of the building entrance, he takes me into his arms, tips me over and kisses me like in one of those old, cheesy romantic movies.

“Stop!” Blaire, who is outside the factory next to the others says. “I’m happy for you, but you two are sickening.”

“I never complain about your PDA,” I protest, fixing my dress.

“Your man does, and it’s time for payback,” she says unapologetically. “I express my regrets if this inconveniences you, but he owes me.”

“No more complaints, PDA’s, or stuff. I didn’t put on this monkey suit to watch you behave like children,” Beacon complains and opens the door.

We all look at him because he’s usually more laid back.

“Well, I want to go back home and change into my regular clothes. This is torture, I thought you loved me, Blaire.”

“I do, kid, but we want to look the part.”

“You raided Henry’s closet,” I comment as we walk toward the main hallway. “You clean up well.”

“I might keep it for other occasions.”

“Or I can get you a few suits like that, that’ll fit you better,” I suggest.

“You can do that?”

“Only because you’re one of my favorites,” I promise and then turn my attention to Henry who is at the top of the staircase facing the employees gathered by the lobby.

Henry explains that every change we’ve been implementing for the past few weeks are part of his five-year plan to ensure this company transcends into the future. He apologizes for what they had to go through while his father was sick and during the initial transition. However, they are under a new management that is committed to their employees.

“We want Aldry’s to be a well-known powerhouse in the candy industry. We’re in the business of making people’s lives sweeter—that includes our personnel. I come from a long line of businesspeople, and we pride ourselves on creating the best products, delivering the best services, and becoming the number one brand name in every household in the world. I don’t say these words lightly, and I believe that to become the best, we need the best leadership. This is why I asked Ms. Sophia Aragon to become the CEO of the company. We believe in her vision for this company and entrust the future of Aldry’s to her.”

I’m frozen and have goosebumps running up and down my arms. I’m about to cry because…did I hear him right? When he looks at me, his face is the same as usual, and I realize that he’s always looked at me with respect and pride. He extends his hand, as if calling me to stand right next to him.

When I do, he grabs it, squeezing it, and says, “Thank you for accepting our offer, Ms. Aragon.”

All eyes are on me, expectant. What am I supposed to say when I’m trying to understand what just happened? This was a project, not… Is he seriously giving me the position. C. E. O. The announcement feels surreal.

“Speech!” Beacon requests.

“He’s the one with the speeches, so don’t expect me to top that,” I say, clearing my throat. Everyone watches me, attentive. “All I want to do is assure you that