Billionaire Daddy (Daddy Knows Best Book 4) b- Kelly Myers Page 0,1

stand still. And, there’s this electric current between you and him. The moment.”

“Do you want to fall in love in a movie? Or, in real life?”

I laugh. “Online dating just seems so superficial.”

“Okay, let’s back up,” Laurel says, a smirk curving her mouth. “When you walk into that room and your eyes scan the crowd, you know you’re actually judging every man in there on how he looks, right?”

Sometimes Laurel is too smart for her own good. “Touche,” I say. Maybe she’s right. What did it matter if I was choosing a man’s picture online or his face in person? All dating is pretty superficial. “Okay, you have a point,” I finally admit.

“Thank you.”

I take a sip of my coffee and my gaze wanders over to a nearby couple. They’re completely wrapped up in their own little world. Holding hands, whispering secrets, sharing long looks. I have no experience with that kind of emotion. Never had that deep connection. “Maybe it’s just not meant to be for me. Otherwise it wouldn’t be this hard.”

What a sad and depressing thought.

“Of course it is,” Laurel assures me. “You deserve love just like everyone else and I’m going to help you find it. If you’ll let me.”

For a moment, I don’t say anything as I consider my options. Or, lack thereof. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? I wouldn’t meet anyone and then I am still in the same boat, right? No harm, no foul.

Take a chance, a little voice whispers.

I bite my lip. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but...okay!”

“Yay!” Laurel claps her hands. “I’ll come over later and help you set it all up. I promise, you’re going to get a ton of dates.”

“I don’t know about that, but hopefully there’s a nice guy out there somewhere for me.”

“I’m sure of it.”

“Maybe you can help me find a job, too,” I say. “My student loans are killing me and I’ve sent resumes out all over town. But, nobody is calling me. At this rate, maybe they’re hiring here.” I look into the coffee shop window.

“You’re a business woman, Ash, not a barista.”

“I’m finding out that college diplomas are a dime a dozen nowadays. So, I kinda need to be whatever I can to get a paycheck.”

She slides me a sympathetic look. “Why don’t I talk to my Dad? Maybe he can set up an interview with one of the companies he does consultant work for?”

“I would love that!”

“If I can find you a job and a boyfriend, I am seriously the best BFF ever,” Laurel says.

“The best,” I agree, and give her a bright smile. Maybe it wasn’t too late for me to ditch the supporting role and be the star of my own story after all. With a little luck, I knew I could turn things around.

Chapter Two

Drew

With a little luck, I figure I can duck past Charles Whitmore and avoid the death stares. Maybe I deserve them for sleeping with his wife, but she’s the one who threw herself at me. What was I supposed to do? Besides, I’ve been available and wife-free since Tabitha and I divorced three years ago. God, what a messy shitshow that was, I think.

As I make my way through the Pacific Club, an iconic clubhouse in Nob Hill, I avoid talking to any of its other members. I’m not in the mood for small talk and I came here tonight to sit in the corner, drink ridiculously old Scotch and form Plan B to take over the latest company I want.

I lower my 6’3’’ long, lean frame into a large, comfortable chair and slouch down, looking as unapproachable as possible, and prop an ankle up on my opposite knee. My gaze wanders over the dark-paneled room and masculine decor. Founded in 1888, the club boasts members that are the crème de la crème of San Francisco elites. Growing up in a poor Chicago neighborhood, never in a million years would I have thought I’d be sitting here one day, part of such an exclusive group, and drinking three-hundred dollar Macallan single malt whisky.

Lucky me, right?

I sigh and once again wonder what the hell is wrong with me? I grew up eating fried bologna sandwiches and riding the bus. Now I’m a billionaire with a personal chef and drive a Lamborghini. I live in Pacific Heights, atop a series of steep hills with the best view in the city of San Francisco Bay. The little slice of real estate heaven that stretches