Ruthless Billionaire’s Secret Baby (DIRTY BILLIONAIRE CLUB #5) by Claire Angel EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Claire Angel
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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Alisha
“Hello, Laurel. It’s nice to meet you.” Or is it? I’m honestly not sure
why I’m even here.
I stare at the stranger, wondering why she requested a meeting with
me at her dental practice. This is easily the strangest meeting spot I’ve ever
been called to, but I need another job and if she’s looking to hire a personal
chef, then I’m here to listen.
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She smiles, her beautiful white teeth a testament to the quality of
work she does, obviously. Her smile could be an entire promotion for her
practice, and they complement her pretty pop-star face perfectly. Her soft
brown eyes study my face for a second, then she inhales to speak.
“Thank you for meeting me here.” Her delicate, lyrical voice
solidifies my thoughts that she missed her true calling as a pop star. She
turns her head, causing her brown ponytail to slip off her shoulder to dangle
down her back as she continues to study me. “I wanted to know if you have
any availability. You come highly recommended.”
I nod my head. “I do have some availability.”
Her smile widens, the brightness of her teeth nearly blinding.
“Excellent! If you don’t mind, please show up to this address. You’ll start
work tomorrow.”
I take the slip of paper she’s handing me, wondering if she’s always
this old-fashioned. I’m so used to a digital age where people use texts,
email, and video apps to communicate that I’d almost forgotten what paper
feels like in my hands.
I’m kidding, of course. I love reading smutty novels in my downtime,
so I know what paper feels like. Though I’m guilty of enjoying reading on
devices too.
I want to ask her why she wanted me to meet her here if she was just
going to give me a piece of paper to meet her somewhere else. Everything
feels very smoke and mirrors, and I’m kind of worried I’m going to take a
dagger in the back at some point.
“Thank you, I think,” I say, tucking the paper into my pocket.
“The passcode for the door is on the paper. Make sure you bring a
photo ID to get past the gate.” As she says the words I try to follow along,
but I’m confused. Passcode for the door? ID for the gate? Where is she
sending me?
“Just to be clear, you know I’m a private chef, right?” This almost
sounds like she’s planning to have me work in a facility, and I don’t do that.
Not since… well, that’s not a thought train I want to ride at the moment.
Her words suddenly register and I glance at her. “Wait, I start
tomorrow?” That’s pretty short notice, and I have to make arrangements
before I can start work anywhere. Most places require at least a few days of
planning before just hiring me.
I need time to come up with a meal plan, go
shopping, and discuss important details like allergies, food preferences, and
goals for the person I’m cooking for. Some people hire me to help them lose
weight, or eat healthier, or simply because they don’t have time to cook for
themselves because some people are workaholics balancing social lives.
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