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   Chapter 4 First Love

How To Seduce A Billionaire By Ann Margarette Characters: 18149

Updated: 2019-09-19 18:40


NIKKI

I delivered the cup of coffee to Louis as promised. I placed it on his desk; he was busy scanning through the pile of binders on his table. He paused as he lifted the cup.

"Hmm... thanks, " he mumbled as he took a few more sips. He looked up at me. "About what I was going to say, are you free tonight?"

"Oh, tonight?"

"Yes, are you busy?" He placed the cup on his desk.

I pressed my lips together. "I have a few things to do until seven."

"Then I'll wait for you. I know an excellent restaurant. Join me for dinner."

Oh God, of course! I would love to. "Are you sure it's okay?" I asked in a casual tone.

"Yeah. I'll be in my office until then."

I bit my lip. There was a part of me that didn't want to tell Damon, but he clearly asked me to tell him everything. Of course, I should tell him. I could ask him what his brother would like to talk about.

Louis chuckled huskily. "Are you worried about Damon?" he asked randomly.

My mouth parted, but I couldn't answer.

"Don't worry. You have to go out sometimes, " he urged. "It's my treat! Since, you know, you worked so hard for Damon."

I grinned so widely that my cheeks hurt. "Yes! Thank you. Well, I should leave then so I can finish work before seven."

He smiled back. "Sure."

Gee, he's so good-looking! I still couldn't believe he asked me to go out for dinner. Maybe he was interested in me after all, but I should do this right. I waited for this for so long.

I hurried into Damon's office but stopped at the door when I heard him shout.

"Are you sure? Oh, please, Howard, don't give me that—" he paused with an exasperated breath. "I gave you a simple job, and you can't fucking do it right! How about Donovan? I asked him to tell the architects that I need the blueprint tomorrow … What?! … Don't call me until you can give me an actual result!" He slammed the telephone down and then he slumped in his chair. He scowled at his computer screen.

Okay. He was furious. I knew to escape at times like this, or he would vent his rage at me. I was about to go out of his office when I heard him call out to me.

"Nikki."

I spun around. "Yes, Mr. Cavendish?"

"What do you want?"

"You're busy. I'll just come back later, " I said, wanting to just scurry out.

"I'm always busy. Spit it out."

I stepped into his room and stopped in front of his desk. "Louis asked me out for dinner, " I said in a low voice.

He looked up at me, still scowling. "When?"

"When what? When did he ask me or when is our dinner?"

He cleared his throat, shifted his legs, and straightened his back. "When is your dinner?"

"Tonight."

"Tonight?" His voice raised again. "How about the contracts I want you to review?"

"I'll finish it tonight, " I promised.

He snorted. "Then, why are you telling me this?"

"You told me to inform you, and I need to ask you something."

"What?" His voice remained flat.

I sat on the chair in front of him, glancing at the door cautiously before managing to speak.

"I need to know what he likes to eat, his favorite drink, or maybe the topics he's interested in. Something along those lines. Can you tell me?"

His brows furrowed. "Are you going to cook for him?"

"No, no. He said he knows a restaurant—"

"Then why are you asking me these questions?" he said grimly that seemed annoyed. Maybe this was terrible timing.

"I just want to know so that I would know what to eat. I want to know—"

"Wait, " he snapped. "This is ridiculous. I told you to be yourself." He sighed. "Alright. He likes meat—mostly everything, but he doesn't like seafood. He's allergic to that. He prefers white wine, sometimes he wants something strong, like whiskey."

"Too bad, I like seafood. What does he want to talk about?"

"Don't ask him anything about his past. You can talk about anything except that."

Whoa, that's tough. I wanted to know him better. I guess I'll save it for some other time then.

"Anyway, does he kiss on his first date?"

Damon gritted his teeth. "Am I supposed to know that? It's not like I chauffeur him around while he dates. Come on, Nikki. Give me an actual question."

"I have no more questions." I bit my lip. "Thank you."

His jaw tightened. "Are you really going?"

"Of course. I wanted this, and I already said yes."

He nodded. "Be careful. One more bit of advice... Don't let him take you anywhere but the restaurant on the first date."

"Why?"

"He's a ditch prince. Louis doesn't cling to girls after a one-night stand."

My jaw dropped. "Who said I'm going to have—" I cleared my throat. "Never mind. I'll keep that in mind. Anything else?" And I always thought Damon was the ditch prince. Anyway, I should trust him.

"It's just a dinner, Nikki. It's not like you're going on a trip with him."

Louis takes a girl for a trip? That's very romantic of him. That was something I want to look forward to.

"Fine." I sighed in relief. "Be myself, he doesn't like seafood, don't talk about his past, " I repeated.

"Be perceptive, Nikki. I'm serious."

"Thank you for this."

Maybe asking him wasn't a bad idea after all.

I WAS almost finished when Louis came to my desk to remind me of our dinner date. He said he was going to wait in front of the building.

At precisely twelve minutes before seven, I was able to get everything done. I stretched my arms in the air, then I pressed the pressure points of

know and without having an idea what I've been up to. But I am thankful you and Louis didn't give up on me."

"It's not your fault, Demi." I took a gulp of my whiskey. "You can't help it."

"And for that, I won't stop thanking you and Louis for the rest of my life."

"Don't mention it. We didn't even do anything."

In the past, when she spoke about her dissociative identity disorder, it's almost painful to listen. I witnessed how she suffered, and I couldn't do anything for her. But she was a fighter, and I admired her for that. And when she realized getting away from us would help her get better, we decided to let her go.

"But your doctor did a good job helping you."

Demi gazed at her glass of wine. "I'm still fighting my battles, but he's always there for me and that's also why I married him. It's weird, right?"

"We don't always choose the person."

"That's true, and he knows our past. He's very understanding. Coming back here isn't easy, but my father needs me now that he has lost my mother… It's a long story." She sighed.

"Send your father my condolences."

"I will." She touched my shoulder. "So, what are you going to do now? Your brother likes her."

"Louis told you?" I queried, confused.

"Yes, he didn't tell you?"

"Nikki knows the company policy." I drank the last drop of my wine.

She laughed. "You can't possibly talk about the code of conduct right now, Damon. That can't be your reason."

"What could be the other reason?" I gripped my glass. "Nikki is my assistant, and I know Louis."

"I thought you wanted to help them?"

"Yes, so she would know him better, and she'll eventually realize that I was right. I know Louis' type. And it's not Nikki."

Demi shook her head. "But that is not how I see things. Louis was looking forward to seeing her again. He told me he wants to know her a little better."

"I can't let them. I just can't." I took another shot of whiskey.

"Oh, " Demi's eyes grew wide. She was speechless for a moment. "You like her!"

I clenched my fist. I wasn't sure of myself anymore. "She's my assistant, Demi."

"Then, why did you kiss her?"

I couldn't answer. Unfortunately, that kiss surpassed every kiss of women I screwed in the past, and I was craving for more. I wanted Nikki's mouth on mine again.

"I know you better than anyone. We've been together since we were a little, " Demi said. "You can't deny it. You like her."

I exhaled sharply. "God, I don't know what to do." I wiped my face, forehead to chin. I didn't want to ask her opinion, but I didn't know how I would stop myself from thinking about it. It was infuriating.

"There's nothing you can do. They like each other. You can't change that."

"I'm not sure if I like her. I'm just bothered."

Demi gently patted my back. "Damon, what you can do right now is to go home and rest. Stop overthinking about it. Anyway, I have a friend in this area. I need to go, but I'll come by again. I need to call my husband too."

"Where are you staying? I can drop you on the way."

"I'm fine, Damon. Really."

"Then, maybe I'll stay for a few more minutes. Take care, Demi."

Demi leaned then pressed a quick kiss to my temple. "Goodnight, Damon."

"Goodnight."

I watched Demi as she exited the door. She was right. I couldn't get them out of my mind. I couldn't picture my brother holding my dear assistant. I ran a finger over my lip. I could still remember how Nikki's mouth tasted when I explored it.

This is crazy. She was driving me crazy. I was on the edge of losing my sanity over one woman.

Nikki, what have you done to me?

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