Book #1
He's a hot, arrogant and a CEO with a jawline that could cut DIAMONDS!!💎
She's stunning, smart, and funny, but naive assistant. What happens when their feelings are exposed bare on a Silver Platter?
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Isaac Collins POV
5:15 am
It's been 15 minutes since Rowan and I got into the car and no one has said a word, well until now.
"So." I said getting Rowan's attention. Subconsciously I double-checked the divider in the car. Seeing that the divider was up I felt a little better that knowing our driver wouldn't be able to hear our conversation.
"When's your date with Mr. Grey?" I asked uncomfortably.
"Um, it's next Saturday, why?" She asked looking up at me.
"I don't know, I'm just making conversation."
"Oh really, or are you-" I stop her mid-sentence with a glare because I already know what she's going to say.
"Jealous?" She whispered leaning in closer to me for dramatic effect. "I'm super flattered that you like me, but I don't think it will ever work, I'm just too good for you, and my standards are just way too high." She said before laughing hysterically.
"High standards? Okay, bet, name your standards." I said getting a little intrigued.
"Okay, well I want my boyfriend to be taller than me." I don't even have to dignify that with an answer because it was obvious that I am a tree compared to her. She's like a Hedge.
"Fine, he needs to know how to cook, Like me," she said while flipping her hair off her shoulder.
"I don't like to brag, but my uncle owns a high end restaurant, and taught my siblings and I how to cook." I could start to see the frustration on Rowan's face. I could barely stop myself from laughing at but I stopped myself, I didn't want to make her feel bad. For an hour she listed standards that she had for her perfect boyfriend, and I happen to fit all of them.
"Well, I guess I'm your perfect boyfriend." I said sarcastically.
"Oh shut it," She said with her arms crossed over her chest scowling at me, I start to laugh at the corner she put herself into. "Whatever, I know you lied about something, I just don't no what about yet, but I know you did.
looking At Rowan now under the soft glow of the car lights she was stunning. With warm caramel-colored skin that seemed to glow and her long, coily brown hair cascaded down her back in perfect spirals, each curl framing her face. Her eyes, upturned and doe-like, held a softness to them, I would usually go for overly dressed rich arises but maybe looking at her everyday made her an exception. As we laughed I couldn't help but notice her cleavage spilling out of her zip up, it seemed like every detail about her felt effortlessly beautiful and sexy.
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Rowan Zoloman's POV
It's been an hour, and we finally get to the airport, after Mr. Collins and I stopped bickering we left the car and I got into Mr. Collins's private jet.
