Triplets for The Millionaire - K.C. Crowne Page 0,32
Lola was nothing but professional. Aside from the cute-as-hell way she’d blushed at my little crack, she’d given no indication that we’d done more than just a simple eye exam.
On top of it all, I’d been curious to learn how she’d react to the fact that I had more than a little bit of money to my name. She hadn’t struck me as the sort to be overly concerned with that sort of thing, but I had to wonder if part of the reason she’d been so eager to toss me out was because she’d assumed I only spent my money on luxuries like nice hotel suites and not philanthropic ventures.
I’d have to learn all that later. For the moment, I was eager to see her present.
“The Wellbrook Clinic is a Denver institution,” she spoke, clicking through her presentation on her laptop. “One of the most trusted names in low-income care in the city. But it’s fallen on hard times. Only through volunteer efforts by several of the doctors associated with Pitt Medical has it been able to stay open.”
Lola had killer poise, amazing professionalism. As I watched her speak, I somehow managed to forget who that she and I were more than two people together in a conference room. I’d been excited about the investment before, about doing some real good in the world with my money, but as she finished her presentation, all I wanted was to shove handfuls of cash in her direction.
“And it’s more than just one clinic,” she continued, reaching forward to close her laptop. “Having a reliable institution in the area would be invaluable in maintaining the stability of a lower-income community. Wellbrook Clinic would be an anchor, a place people could rely on, rather than just another outreach program doomed to failure. With your help, we can provide an essential service to those who would otherwise be unable to afford it.” She smiled. “Thank you all so much, and I’m happy to field any questions.”
I didn’t have any – I was sold. The other two investors had come ready with plenty of questions, both seeming more concerned with how they could parlay their investment into the clinic into wider philanthropic endeavors. More specifically, how they could get their names out there as big-time Denver philanthropists. One even asked about a potential name change – to his name, of course.
When the meeting was over there were more handshakes and thank-yous all around. Dr. Anderson and one of the other doctors who’d attended left with the other two investors, leaving Duncan and Finn and me alone with Lola.
“Say, Dr. Bridges,” I said. “You mind if bend your ear for a few moments?”
She glanced at me, surprised. And that fucking adorable-as-hell blush returned to her cheeks. “Pardon?”
“Just a few minutes to discuss some matters. Shouldn’t take much of your time at all.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Duncan and Finn watching the two of us chat. They glanced at one another with the same knowing look. Lola saw it as well, and her face turned an even deeper shade of red. Finn chuckled to himself, which didn’t help matters.
“Take the room,” Duncan offered. “And all the time you need.”
The guys shared one more knowing look before heading out. Finn glanced back at me, and I shot him the bird as he and Duncan left – making sure that Lola was looking in the other direction. Once the doors were shut and they were gone, Lola pointed in their direction.
“OK, do not tell me that those guys know what happened between us the other night and they’re chuckling about it. That’s my boss, Patrick, and I don’t want my sex life on—”
I had to admit, just saying the word “sex” was more than enough for my cock to shift in my slacks.
“Easy, easy,” I said, raising my palms. “Don’t worry – I didn’t blab to your boss or my brother about what happened.”
She regarded me with skepticism. “Then why were they tittering like a couple of schoolgirls at the idea of us talking?”
“Probably because they know me, and they know that I’ll probably flirt with you. You look damn gorgeous, by the way.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You promise you didn’t say anything?”
“I promise. I wouldn’t do you like that, love.” I was telling the truth, of course. But Finn was my brother. I had to wonder if he might have suspected something.
She sighed, appearing to believe me. Lola took a seat on the edge