Page 13 of Billionaire In Vegas

I rolled my eyes in an exaggerated motion and sighed deeply. “What are you doing here, stalker?”

“Oh please, don’t pretend you’re not thrilled to see me.”

“Oh I don’t have to pretend anything. I’m absolutely thrilled to see you. I was just thinking to myself, you know what would really make my day: running into my boss’s obnoxious son.”

He smiled even wider. “So you have been thinking about me. I knew it.”

I moved to get up and he watched, taking his time to look at my legs, before bringing his gaze to my breasts.

I planted my hands on my hips, “Seriously. Could you be any more blatant?”

He shrugged and gave me a rakish smile. “You can’t blame a man for appreciating the view.”

“Well you can appreciate this view as well,” I said turning around and marching away from him. I was so angry that I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and ran right smack into the concierge. She looked upset and harried.

“Oh, God. I’m so sorry, miss. Tell me, you wouldn’t have seen a really handsome guy, dark brown eyes, pretty smile somewhere around here, have you?”

“Unfortunately, I have.” I gestured towards the bar and the concierge gave me a smile in gratitude before hurrying to Jude’s side. It was then that I noticed the phone in her hand. She said something to Jude and then handed him the phone.

Jude looked confused, and I watched as his smile disappeared as he brought the phone to his ear. He caught me looking in his direction, but seemed to look through me as he listened to the voice on the other end, his lips growing tighter as the conversation continued.

Something was clearly wrong, but it was none of my business. I went off to find the girls and didn’t have to go far, as they caught up with me as I exited the hotel restaurant.

“Oh, there you are. We were looking everywhere for you...”

I wondered why they stopped talking when abruptly I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around already knowing who was there.

“What is it, Jude?”

“We need to talk.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, “No way, I’m on vacation. Your dad’s orders. And remember, I work for him, not you. Whatever you have to say to me can wait.”

“My father’s dying.”