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

anything, but, I mean… Ireland seems as good a theme as any, right?”
    “I don’t know why it wouldn’t be,” she agreed. “Even if he had something else in mind and neglected to tell you, these are like paintings. Edible paintings—almost too pretty to eat. If you can do this to a cake, what can you do to a canvas, Beth?”
    “Splatter paint and call it contemporary,” she answered with a laugh. When it came to frosting and cakes, Bethany could make a great many things. But asking her to do any sort of normal art, anyone would think she had stumps for hands. She was fine with that, though. All she had ever wanted to do was bake, ever since she had been a little girl. Easy-Bake Ovens were a wonderful, wonderful invention.
    Three hundred cupcakes were spread out over six massive cupcake trays, not dissimilar to the lazy Susan she had modified in her own shop—just far more expensive and impressive looking. Bethany had, as per instructions, done a mixture of chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, and red velvet cupcakes, figuring those were safe enough when it was basically just a blind taste test. With how elaborate she had gone with the cakes, they were fairly basic, swirls of frosting on top and covered with sprinkles or edible gold and silver dust. It took the better part of half an hour to finish putting all the cupcakes out, and then Kylie took off to flirt with a cute DJ who had arrived and begun setting up, leaving Beth with all the empty boxes.
    Sighing a little bit and shaking her head, she remembered seeing a dumpster down in the alley, and so she wheeled the trolley back to the elevator and took it down. On the way, she pulled off her heels; yes, there might very well be broken glass in the alley, but her feet were already massively killing her. She considered, briefly, that she didn’t know what to do with the trolley once she’d finished throwing things away… Maybe she’d just leave it in the elevator to be taken care of later.
    Regardless, Bethany pushed it into the staff hall outside the elevator, and then took the side entrance back out to the alley. It was louder out here than it had been an hour ago—and she realized that that was because of the massive amount of people who had gathered in front of the building, waiting to be let into the party. She tossed the boxes into a dumpster and then bit her lip uncertainly.
    After a moment, still holding her shoes in one hand, she crept around to the front to get a look at the partygoers. As Kylie had predicted, they were all dressed in the most glamorous clothes she had ever seen in person—like, what she would see when watching the Golden Globes or something, except… pointedly sluttier. The dresses were not floor-length, but instead in most cases they barely went to midthigh. And in most cases, they had necklines plunging all the way to the girls’ navel.
    As Beth had predicted, every single one of them was stick thin. All of their makeup and hair was done perfectly, with teeth blindingly white as they all laughed and shifted pert asses around on six-inch heels. Just looking at them made her feet hurt, and she gulped a little bit, glancing down at her… modest, obviously less-expensive ensemble. God, she should just call a cab and go home; she didn’t belong here at all. But she had said she would come—well, no, she hadn’t said that, but Ciaran expected her to be there. And then there was the reminder of the tip he had promised, and the three hundred and fifty he had given her the week before just for his cousin’s cake. How much would he give her for the massive haul she had made for tonight?
    She took a deep breath and turned back around to go inside. She would just stand in a corner all night, where no one could notice her, and… that would be that. As she reached for the door handle, though, a sudden voice caught her attention: “Hey, that girl’s trying to sneak in!”
    “Ugh, how rude! I bet she wasn’t even invited.” Snarky