Boss: The Encounter With The Bad Boy Billionaire: Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (BOSS: A Contemporary Bad Boy Billionaire Romance) Read Online Free PDF
Author: Julie Valentine
start over. It just has to be some ground rules moving forward."
Tony tried to look serious, though a smirk came across his face. "Ground rules? Hart, that is one thing I am learning about you. You take things way too seriously. Why can't we just let this be what it is? I'm not going to be in your hair too much longer, okay?"
"Fine. We'll do it your way." She threw her hands up. He had a point. This arrangement was only temporary. Why would she have to put that much effort in to it?
"I will see you tomorrow, Tony. Same time."
"Actually, how early can we get here?"
"As early as you would like to. What time works for you?"
"Maybe seven?"
She sighed and started back to work. "Seven a.m. it is, Tony. See you then."
Chapter Seven
Seven a.m. was rather early to come in to the office, but if that was the time that Tony requested, Hart decided she would go with it. She wanted to make sure she did her job to the best of her ability and that her boss would be happy with her performance.
Hart thought that since their time together was winding down, she would give Tony a break. There was no need to brow beat the poor man. After all, if he wanted to remain a spoiled brat, who was she to tell him that he had to live differently?
After today, he would not be her problem anymore. Hart could get back to work and not have to worry about Tony. Sure, he would probably be seen around the office from time to time, but there was no need to worry about seeing him more than on a few instances here or there.
Hart arrived a few minutes early as usual. At seven o'clock, there would be no one there but the two of them and security. No one arrived in the office until well after eight o'clock. They were sure to have plenty of time to go over anything and wrap up his training early. She jumped at the opportunity to come in earlier thinking that it would get him out of her hair.
As she unlocked her office door, she heard footsteps in the hallway. Hart turned back to see Tony, hands full.
"Can I help you with any of that?" she offered.
"No. Just getting the door will be enough help. Thank you."
He entered the office with fresh coffee and a bag from her favorite nearby bakery.
"I thought that since we were here so early, I would bring a little something. Plus, it is my last day here with you, so I wanted to show a little appreciation."
"My stomach thanks you. Come on in and close the door."
Tony immediately set the food up on the table where they had eaten their lunch a few days ago.
Hart glanced at him out of the side of her eye. Tony was diligent, quietly setting the table. Not once had he turned to look at her.
She set up her laptop and threw her purse in the drawer.
"What do we have here?" she asked, approaching the table.
"Some fresh coffee. I brought sugar and flavored creamer. Not knowing what flavor you like, I brought a few. Then I got a few assorted muffins and croissants. Since we are here so early, I thought that we would work better on a full stomach."
"Great idea. And it looks like you hit some of my favorites head on. Blueberry muffins and cheese croissants. I will take some of that salted caramel creamer too please."
Tony smiled. "My pleasure."
They fixed their food and took a seat.
"I want to give you another apology and tell you thank you for all of your time and effort dealing with me this week, Hart."
"Not a problem." She sipped her coffee, trying to dismiss another heart felt apology. "I have moved on from there and I hope that you have as well."
"Duly noted."
Hart looked as Tony bit his lip. She could tell that he was nervous about something. It was actually quite endearing to see.
"Cat got your tongue?" she asked.
"I wanted to know if you would go to dinner with me."
Hart had to sit her coffee down. She nearly choked on the hot liquid.
"Dinner?"
Tony narrowed his eyes, almost looking a bit offended. "Yes. Dinner. You have to eat don't you?"
"You want to take me out to dinner?"
His nostrils flared as
Tony tried to look serious, though a smirk came across his face. "Ground rules? Hart, that is one thing I am learning about you. You take things way too seriously. Why can't we just let this be what it is? I'm not going to be in your hair too much longer, okay?"
"Fine. We'll do it your way." She threw her hands up. He had a point. This arrangement was only temporary. Why would she have to put that much effort in to it?
"I will see you tomorrow, Tony. Same time."
"Actually, how early can we get here?"
"As early as you would like to. What time works for you?"
"Maybe seven?"
She sighed and started back to work. "Seven a.m. it is, Tony. See you then."
Chapter Seven
Seven a.m. was rather early to come in to the office, but if that was the time that Tony requested, Hart decided she would go with it. She wanted to make sure she did her job to the best of her ability and that her boss would be happy with her performance.
Hart thought that since their time together was winding down, she would give Tony a break. There was no need to brow beat the poor man. After all, if he wanted to remain a spoiled brat, who was she to tell him that he had to live differently?
After today, he would not be her problem anymore. Hart could get back to work and not have to worry about Tony. Sure, he would probably be seen around the office from time to time, but there was no need to worry about seeing him more than on a few instances here or there.
Hart arrived a few minutes early as usual. At seven o'clock, there would be no one there but the two of them and security. No one arrived in the office until well after eight o'clock. They were sure to have plenty of time to go over anything and wrap up his training early. She jumped at the opportunity to come in earlier thinking that it would get him out of her hair.
As she unlocked her office door, she heard footsteps in the hallway. Hart turned back to see Tony, hands full.
"Can I help you with any of that?" she offered.
"No. Just getting the door will be enough help. Thank you."
He entered the office with fresh coffee and a bag from her favorite nearby bakery.
"I thought that since we were here so early, I would bring a little something. Plus, it is my last day here with you, so I wanted to show a little appreciation."
"My stomach thanks you. Come on in and close the door."
Tony immediately set the food up on the table where they had eaten their lunch a few days ago.
Hart glanced at him out of the side of her eye. Tony was diligent, quietly setting the table. Not once had he turned to look at her.
She set up her laptop and threw her purse in the drawer.
"What do we have here?" she asked, approaching the table.
"Some fresh coffee. I brought sugar and flavored creamer. Not knowing what flavor you like, I brought a few. Then I got a few assorted muffins and croissants. Since we are here so early, I thought that we would work better on a full stomach."
"Great idea. And it looks like you hit some of my favorites head on. Blueberry muffins and cheese croissants. I will take some of that salted caramel creamer too please."
Tony smiled. "My pleasure."
They fixed their food and took a seat.
"I want to give you another apology and tell you thank you for all of your time and effort dealing with me this week, Hart."
"Not a problem." She sipped her coffee, trying to dismiss another heart felt apology. "I have moved on from there and I hope that you have as well."
"Duly noted."
Hart looked as Tony bit his lip. She could tell that he was nervous about something. It was actually quite endearing to see.
"Cat got your tongue?" she asked.
"I wanted to know if you would go to dinner with me."
Hart had to sit her coffee down. She nearly choked on the hot liquid.
"Dinner?"
Tony narrowed his eyes, almost looking a bit offended. "Yes. Dinner. You have to eat don't you?"
"You want to take me out to dinner?"
His nostrils flared as
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