Free How Not to Be Seduced by Billionaires by Marian Tee Page B

tiny smirk on Arian's face. Grrr . That witch! "Well, I could have the advertisement for the teaser start with a line like 'Remember how it felt when you first fell in love' ? Because no matter how old we get, we never forget our first love, first kiss, even our first heartbreak, no matter how much we try to forget it."
    The crowd thankfully laughed at my quip.
    I continued, "And that's what Hana Kimi is all about. Everybody likes to reminisce about those lovely firsts, and this series gives them that opportunity. Even better, it gives people with bad memories something better to replace them by."
    The executive smiled. "Good point."
    I wanted to look at Constantijin and see if he approved, too, but I dared not. Instead, I thanked the executive shyly and looked at Charli for confirmation. She gave me a thumbs-up sign.
    Charli took over the stage again when the panel interview ended half an hour later. "Now, didn't I tell you I hired a great marketing team for us?" she boasted, and everyone laughingly agreed.
    George and I happily hugged each other when Charli officially ended our presentation. Both of us looked for Arian to congratulate her, but we need not have bothered, not when she was already getting the best congratulatory message from none other than Constantijin himself.
    Arian drew close to Constantijin as she spoke, her breasts heaving with every deep-throated laugh she released.
    “Oh my God, the bitch,” George muttered.
    I shook my head. "Not really. I mean, they're both single."
    He looked at me like I was insane. "But you like him!"
    I struggled with that. If George could so easily see through me, could others do so as well? Finally, I mumbled, “It’s just a dumb crush.”
    Or at least I hoped so.
    Tuesday to Thursday were peaceful and utterly boring, with Constantijin nowhere in sight. Through the office grapevine, I learned that he had to fly back to his home country for a get-together with his family.
    On Friday, I took advantage of the no-office-attire rule to dress up in a black knee-length dress, made distinct by its high collar, bell-shaped sleeves, and scooped back. I felt like I had been neglecting myself lately – or at least ever since I saw Arian flirting with Constantijin and him not doing a thing to stop her.
    Should he have stopped her? Did I have the right to care? I hated how I constantly thought about these questions and hated the fact even more that I didn’t know the answers to them.
    Allan, a guy from Production, actually wolf-whistled when I walked past him. “Looking good, Yanna,” he said, leering.
    I stuck out my tongue, wishing I hadn’t been reared in a conservative ladies’ academy so I could flash him the finger – especially when his exceptionally loud voice had everyone turning toward me.
    Drake was there, too, and I slowed down when he turned to me with a smile. “You look beautiful, Yanna.” Again, his eyes made no secret of his admiration.
    Again, it had me blushing. “Umm, thanks.”
    “Hot date tonight?”
    I quickly shook my head. “Oh, no. Just a night out with friends.” I tried to think of something else to say but the way Drake kept staring made me want to hide under a rock. “Umm, I have to go.”
    Eyes twinkling as if he knew – and enjoyed seeing – how uneasy I felt, Drake stepped aside with a polite smile. “Have fun later.”
    “Uhh, yes, thanks.” God, I was so socially awkward. I wish I could think of something wittier – nicer – to say to Drake. 
                Head down, still mulling over my social ineptitude, a pair of expensive handmade men’s shoes suddenly blocked my path. My heart galloped, my nerves prickling in awareness because I knew who it was even before I lifted my gaze and met Constantijin’s blazing golden eyes.
                He was furious – and jealous.
                My heart sang, but I quickly nipped that in the bud, telling myself it didn’t mean anything. “Good morning,