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Her heart started hammering, and her hands were trembling hard as she reached for the envelope. It was unsealed, and she had a feeling that Selena had already taken a look at its contents. When she pulled it out, the first thing she saw was the golden insignia embossed on the card—-
Grachyov Enterprises, Fredericka thought. In California, the logo representing the Grachyovs’ corporate empire was as familiar to locals as Nike’s check mark was to the rest of the world, and she knew that this was the reason behind everyone’s unexpected change of attitude towards her.
Her gaze moved downwards, and she gulped at the billionaire’s one-liner message.
Have dinner with me tonight.
Your friend,
S.G.
Chapter Six
Sergei
“Your bill, sir.”
Taking the leather folder from the waiter, Sergei handed it to Fredericka, smiling slyly. “Friends, right?”
She snatched the bill from him with a glare. “Cheapskate,” she muttered under her breath after reluctantly handing over her credit card.
But this only made the billionaire smile lazily. It had been two months since they had started going out as so-called friends, and if anything, his fascination over Fredericka Spears had only deepened, bordering on obsession.
In the past, watching his youngest brother react with possessive jealousy whenever he saw Seri in the company of another man had amused him to no end. He had chalked it down to Vassi always being the most volatile of them three and had privately thought that such a thing would never happen to him.
But fate proved him wrong, the billionaire mused,by sending a gray-eyed redhead to torment him.
When it was time to leave, he stood up first to pull her chair out for her, and Fredericka flashed him an embarrassed smile of thanks.
Practical yet feminine.
The words once again fleeted in his mind, a description that he now knew was perfectly apt. He liked how she was fiercely independent when it came to her work but without allowing it to overshadow her femininity. Most women he dated were either one or the other, career-driven or drunk on their vanity. Both types of women were only able to entertain him inside the bedroom, but outside they either bored or disgusted him.
“Are you heading back to the office after this?” Fredericka asked as they stepped out of the restaurant.
“No.” His brief answer had her glancing at him in bemusement, but even, so he refused to elaborate. She was better off not knowing the truth. Walking her to the parking lot, he smiled down at her, saying softly, “I’ll see you tomorrow,da?”
