My Brother's Billionaire Best Friend - Max Monroe Page 0,101
books wouldn’t get me anywhere. As if.
I spot an open seat on the subway and plop my ass down. Eight hours in these brand-new heels proved to be a test in real strength and my feet complained the whole damn day, but I wouldn’t change a thing.
There was no way I was going to show up for my first official day on the job and look anything but fabulous. I’ll deal with the blisters later.
The subway jolts and whines as it heads up the tracks, and I pull my phone out of my purse to find a text message from Milo.
Instantly, I smile like the lovesick idiot I am.
Goddamn, everything really came up roses.
Milo: Where in the hell are you, kid? I have three bags of Mexican takeout sitting here waiting for you.
When I left his apartment this morning, he made me promise to come back home—yes, he said home—to his place after work so I could tell him all about my day and he could feed me takeout from my favorite restaurant.
Me: If there aren’t crunchy tacos and chips and salsa, I’m not coming.
Milo: That’s cute, smartass. What’s your ETA?
I glance up to see his apartment is now only one stop away.
Me: Ten minutes, tops. Your stop is the next stop.
Milo: Pretty sure you mean YOUR stop is the next stop.
I furrow my brow in confusion.
Me: But I’m coming to YOUR place…
Milo: Exactly. And by the end of the night, I’m going to convince you to move out of Evan’s old apartment and become my permanent roommate.
Me: Is this your clever way of asking me to move in with you?
Milo: If I say yes, is it working?
The subway begins to slow down, and I glance up to see we’ve arrived at my stop.
Me: Hold that thought. I’m getting off the subway now.
Off the train, through the evening rush of people, I head up the stairs and onto the sidewalk.
And when I catch my reflection in the window of an expensive chocolate shop, I don’t miss the stupid grin that is apparently permanently tattooed on my face now.
Holy moly. I’m a loon. A happy, in-love, fucking loon.
I wave to Gill when he opens the lobby door of Milo’s building and briefly chat with him about his wife and kids while I wait for the elevator.
“Have a good night, Ms. Willis,” he says as I step onto the waiting cart.
“You too, Gill.” I smile, and he taps in the code for the penthouse level. “Oh, and next time you see Milo, don’t forget to give him shit for the Yankees losing last night.”
“Will do.” His responding chuckles follow me several floors up.
When the doors open, Milo is standing there, bare feet, jeans, and a simple white T-shirt.
God, he’s handsome.
“Took you long enough, kid,” he teases, and I drop my bags and stride right out of the elevator and jump up into his arms.
“Well, hello there,” he says through a shocked laugh as I wrap my legs around his waist. “What do I—”
With my mouth to his, I cut him off completely.
It takes a second or two for him to understand what I’m putting down here, but eventually, he does. He deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth, and before I know it, he turns on his bare feet and has my back pressed up against the wall.
Oh yes, please.
I moan against his lips, and he doesn’t disappoint.
His hands grip my ass, and I can feel his growing arousal against me.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
I’m desperate for him. My body damn near shaking with need. And I try like hell to convince him we need to relocate so I can remove all of his stupid clothes.
“To the bedroom,” I say through a moan. “Take us to the bedroom.”
“Always in such a rush.” He smiles against my mouth. “And I think you’ve forgotten about the food.”
“Fuck the food.”
He laughs. “Fuck the food?”
“Yes.” The impatience in my voice is more than obvious. “Forget about the food and take me to your bedroom.”
He presses his arousal against me. “And what exactly are we going to do in our bedroom?”
“Get naked. Get…” I pause and lean back to meet his eyes. “Hold up. Did you just say our bedroom?”
“That’s exactly what I said.”
“So, you were serious?” I question. “You really want me to move in with you?”
“Maybe…” His blue eyes search mine. “I’m in love with you, kid. And when I see my future, I see you and me, together. I see us waking up together.