His Command: (Billionaire Bound: Part 1) A Dark New Adult Romance Read Online Free PDF Page A

even though her heart was still fluttering as she started to put out the cupcakes. “I mean, really, I had heard this guy was rich, but this is rich. ”
    “Kylie, stop gawking before you start to drool. I actually need your help to put out all the cupcakes—my feet are already killing me in these heels and I’ve only been wearing them for like half an hour,” Beth complained, getting her blonde friend’s attention. Kylie pouted but returned to the trolley to continue taking out cupcakes.
    “Fine, fine. You know, I don’t see any of the other caterers in getups like ours—that probably means they weren’t invited! I told you he was into you.”
    “Or we’re just way overdressed and are going to look like idiots when the guests start arriving,” Beth shot back at her anxiously, tugging at the lace hem of her short dress again when she noticed a guy who was preparing a plate of cheese gawking at them.
    Kylie rolled her eyes. “Lighten up, Beth. This is the first real party you’ve ever been to, I get that, but can’t you see how awesome this is going to be? Besides, this is not a casual jeans and t-shirt party when there are five ice sculptures and more food than you’d be able to eat in week.” The comment didn’t faze her, even when Beth looked up with disbelief on her face. As if she wasn’t nervous enough about this entire thing, she really needed reminders of her weight right now.
    “This isn’t about it being the first real party I’ve been to,” she protested earnestly as she shoved down the snide remark she had thought about making. “This is about me not wanting to be at a party like this. I was never good at parties, especially… short dress and high heel parties. I was comfortable with the jeans and t-shirt parties, thank you.”
    “Well, this is your chance to get good at short dress and high heel parties,” Kylie replied, grabbing one of the cake boxes and carefully sliding the dessert out onto one of the platters in their section. “Seriously, you are way too uptight about this. Guys like curves on a girl, no matter what the media has to say about it.”
    “Then why aren’t you sporting some curves?” The blonde pointedly ignored her, and Beth took a deep, aggravated breath. “And what guys ? Those jerks from last week, who wouldn’t know good taste if it bit them on the bare ass?”
    “Of course not. Real guys. Mature guys. Guys like Ciaran Cavanaugh.”
    Bethany shook her head. “Right, I am done with this conversation.” Kylie rolled her eyes and continued to unpack the desserts.
    “These cakes are rocking, Beth,” she noted as she glanced toward the one Beth was putting onto a platter. “I mean, seriously, your cakes always look divine, but these look absolutely amazing. They’re going to impress everyone.”
    She smiled a little bit, admiring the dark green rectangular cake she was putting out. She’d gotten some inspiration from looking at pictures of Ireland online; Beth had thought he’d appreciate a bit of his heritage. This one was a fondant and icing-flower picture of some gorgeous, verdant green Irish hills she’d found. It was like a misty golden morning, with shrubs and trees, and Ciaran Cavanaugh written in gold cursive. She wasn’t actually sure what the big occasion was—something she’d been too stunned at the time to ask him last week—but Beth had figured that his name being on the fancy cakes would be enough in this case. She had, though, stayed away from any typical American stereotypes about Ireland. No leprechauns or pots of gold, just beautiful landscapes she had stayed up until three in the morning making for five nights in a row. In the corner of each, there were tiny silver letters inscribing the name of the bakery. This was a chance for some great exposure, and a lot more customers, so Beth was going to take what she could get.
    “Thank you,” she told Kylie. “I worked hard on these. He didn’t really give me a theme to work with or