My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Ducking into the bathroom, Lexi took a breather on the toilet, tapping her chest and feeling grateful for having barely dodged a tricky situation. She mumbied to herself, “No wonder Sean is Mr. Larson’s right hand. His powers of persuasion are so strong, he nearly got me to spill the beans.”

After a moment’s thought, she decided her first move would be to text Janet and fill her in, before pondering on whether to let Sean in on the secret.

Moments later, Janet noticed a new message from Lexi pop up on her computer screen as she worked at her desk.

Lexi wrote, “Boss, Sean was inquinng about what occurred at the studio today that frustrated you. Should I spill?”

Janet raised an eyebrow and let out a soft laugh, stealing a glance at Brandon, who sat by the couch, wearing a grave expression.

She couldn’t deny that Brandon’s concern had a soothing effect on her. She typed back promptly, “No, let me deal with this.”

chin on her hand, Janet shot Brandon a playful smile and said, “Are you interested

uncommon flush of embarrassment. However, he

usually stoic and handsome face, which only added to her amusement. She taunted, “If you’re curious

a little more, contrasting his

for his ineptitude, Brandon feigned nonchalance and played along with Janet, asking, “Even though I’m lost, I’m more than willing to do whatever it takes to keep

smile to Janet’s face. “That’s for you to figure out. You can’t just ask someone what

sharp and distinguished, looked almost dreamy in the dying sunlight, making him a sight for sore eyes. As he adjusted his tie, his well-defined jaw lifted slightly, accentuating the attractive bulge of

dangerous smile, his voice deep and inviting.

suppose?

for interpretation, causing Janet’s breath to quicken.

alluring man! Brandon sauntered towards Janet, bypassing her desk and standing right in front of her with a mischievous