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“More?”
“Of you,” he breathes. “So much more.”
There’s some more muffled voices. He lets out a soft ‘fuck’. “Baby, I need to go.”
Somewhere deep inside, my feminist self raises its head. I should tell him I’m not his baby. It’s shameful but I’m too full of excitement to actually listen to the sensible voice in my brain.
He called me baby. I kind of want to shout it out.
“Grey’s tonight. Please,” he says hurriedly.
“Okay,” I breathe.
“Thank you. I’ll talk to you later. Have a good afternoon.”
“I will, and you. Oh and Liam?”
“Yes?”
I’m kind of disappointed he doesn’t call me baby again. “Thank you for lunch.”
CHAPTERNINETEEN
LIAM
I walk into a boardroom full of angry faces. “Hello everybody, apologies for my lateness.”
Richard Dawlish, one of my top investors, gives me a sickly smile. “Hey, we’re just glad you’re in the state for once. We thought we’d lost you.”
They’ve clearly made him their spokesman during my absence. Which is fine because I can deal with people like Richard in my sleep. He’s motivated by one thing and that’s money.
And I’ve made him a rich man over the years.
Right now he’s pissed with me because he thinks I’ve been neglecting our business. But he hasn’t quite got the concept of the internet, or the fact that most investments can be monitored over the web.
“I had some concerns keeping me in Charleston,” I say lightly. “But I’m all yours now.” I pour myself a coffee and take a seat. “Did you get the report I sent over the weekend.”
“Well yes,” Richard says. “But we prefer to see you face to face. We have a lot of money invested in you.”
“Not in me, Richard. In companies I find,” I remind him. Because nobody is buying me. “Did you have any concerns with the report?”
He looks down at the paper in front of him, pausing as he tries to find any fault with it. “The Flashman investment isn’t paying out as quick as we’d like.”
My phone flashes and a message pops up on it. It’s from Sophie. And yes I should be assuaging Richard, but I’m way more entertained by the picture she sent of her eating the cake I sent. She’s captioned it “Are you trying to rot my teeth?”
My lip curls. “The Flashman investment is paying out exactly as planned. A little faster, actually,” I say. “Don’t forget that summer is a slow time for winter sports equipment. By next quarter we should be seeing a significant profit.” I look at the others around the table who are silently nodding. “Does anybody else have any concerns?”
“The thing is, Liam, we invest with you because you’re based here in Manhattan. When we need you, you’re here. Or you have been.” Richard clears his throat and looks around at the table, but nobody catches his eye. “But now we have to wait days to see you and ask you questions.”
“I’m always at the other end of a phone line,” I remind him. “All you have to do is press a button and I’m there.” I look over at Rachel Cline, one of my earliest investors. I’ve turned her multi million fortune into a billion dollar one. “Rachel, did I not talk with you on Friday night when you needed to liquidize some of your investment?”
“Well yes, you did,” she agrees.
“And the money was in your account on Saturday morning?”
“Yes, it was.”
“Do you think it would have been there any faster if I’d have been in the office?”
