Sweet for You: A BBW Billionaire Romance Read Online Free PDF Page B

sir?”
    “I’ll have the house salad, the 12-ounce New York, medium rare, baked potato, and a side of steamed broccoli.”
    “Very well, sir.” The waiter refilled their wine glasses before leaving the two alone. 
    Mr. Blake was perplexed. He had never met anyone quite like Abby Branson and couldn’t get a read on her personality. In the boardroom, he could size someone up in 30 seconds. But Abby was proving to be somewhat of an enigma. A beautiful, feisty, and extremely desirable enigma.
    “I know I’ve said something to offend you, Miss Branson. I can assure you that that was not my intention.”
    “Why would a woman like me be offended by your comments?” There was no mistaking the sarcasm in her voice.
    “I honestly don’t know, Miss Branson. Please, enlighten me.”
    “Enlighten you? Okay, here goes. I know you’re rich and powerful, but that doesn’t give you the right to invite someone to dinner just to insult them. I won’t pretend that you hired me to be anything more than a glorified dessert taste tester, but I’m taking that role very seriously. My ideas are good, Mr. Blake. Amazing, even. I just hope you’re not too arrogant and condescending to look beyond the surface to see the awesomeness inside.”
    Miss Branson wasn’t making sense. She thought he was insulting her? Clearly, they were having a communication disconnect, but he wasn’t good with nuances. “I’m not sure what your outburst is about, Miss Branson, but if you calm down I’m sure we can get to the bottom of it.”
    “Calm down. That’s all you have to say?” Mr. Blake watched as Abby rolled her eyes, slurped down the rest of her wine, grabbed her personal effects, and abruptly stood up. “For years, I worshipped you from afar and dreamed about meeting you in the flesh. But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that you were nothing more than a schoolyard bully.”
    The discussion was getting out of hand. Stephen stood, partly because it was polite to do so in the presence of a lady and partly because it was in his nature to gain a tactical advantage by towering over his opponent. “I’m not sure how you came to that conclusion, Miss Branson, but I wholeheartedly disagree with your assessment.”
    “Of course you do,” Abby scoffed. “I should have known that having dinner with the Stephen Blake would be a disaster. I’m sorry, but I need to go.”
    Mr. Blake reached into his pocket and pulled out his smartphone. “If you insist on going, the least I can do is call my driver to take you home.”
    “Fine,” Abby responded. “Tell your driver that I’ll meet him outside.”
    Stephen took his seat and called his driver before topping off his wine. By the time his glass was empty, he had regained his composure, although he was still extremely confused by the turn of events. He was simply doing what Martha suggested: trying to understand Miss Branson’s world.
    When the waiter brought their salads, Mr. Blake motioned for him to remove Abby’s plate. “Something’s come up and the lady had to leave.”
    “Shall I wrap her meal to go, sir? I can arrange to have it delivered if you’d like.”
    “Yes, wrap it up, but I’ll deliver it myself after I’ve eaten.”
    “Very well,” the waiter responded. “Is there anything else I can get you?”
    “Scotch. Top shelf. Tell the bartender it’s for Stephen Blake. He knows what I like.”
    “Two fingers?” the waiter inquired.
    “The bottle,” Mr. Blake responded with a scowl. The waiter’s look was questioning, but he didn’t say anything as he left to do the billionaire’s bidding.

Chapter 6
    F or the first time in what seemed like forever , Abby Branson had no appetite. Thankfully, after giving Mr. Blake’s driver her address, he had enough sense not to push her into making small talk. Instead, he turned up the music and let her privately lick her wounds to the sounds of smooth jazz.
    Once inside her apartment, she kicked off her shoes and dropped