Free All That He Demands (The Billionaire's Seduction Part 3) by Olivia Thorne Page B

invite to an A-lister’s party? I think not. Would Steven have the cojones to threaten and cajole the staff at the Dubai so you could get the penthouse at the last second possible? I think NOT. Would Stephen personally call the affronted guest and smooth things over with his astounding charm? I THINK NOT. Does Stephen even POSSESS an ounce of the charm necessary for such a thing? I THINK NOT. ”
    “You’re absolutely indispensable, Sebastian,” Connor grinned.
    “Just so you recognize that. How IS the penthouse, by the way?”
    “Lovely.”
    “Just so you’re enjoying it. Considering the trouble I had to go to get it,” he added, sounding like he had all the woes of the world on his weary shoulders.
    “What did you have to do to get it?” I asked, curious.
    “What do you mean?”
    “Wasn’t there somebody in it before us?”
    “You mean, what did I have to promise the previous occupants so they would vacate it for YOU?”
    “Yes, Miss Thing, that’s exactly what I mean,” I said tartly.
    Connor stifled a laugh.
    “Hmph. You don’t want to know.”
    “Actually, I do,” I pressed.
    “It was terrible – there was screaming, and threats, an epic temper tantrum – ”
    “On your part or theirs?” Connor asked.
    “Very funny. But in the end, I smoothed it all over – ”
    “They hadn’t checked in yet, had they?” Connor smirked.
    There was a long pause on the phone.
    “…no, not yet,” Sebastian said, both haughty and embarrassed at the same time. “They missed their connecting flight from JFK, so they were staying over in New York for the evening.”
    “You big liar,” I teased.
    “I am not a liar!” he snapped, now just haughty. “They agreed to give up the penthouse for the weekend, but I had to throw in two nights free and carte blanche on the room service.”
    “Wow,” I said, a little stunned. “Anything they want… free?”
    “Yes. And I hope it was worth it,” Sebastian snapped.
    “A pittance of a price, and well-played, my good man,” Connor said. “Now, so you can get off work at a reasonable time, can you call your contact and see what’s up?”
    “Of course. I’ll have to move heaven and earth once again just to make sure you’re happy – ”
    “I hardly think that, ” Connor said.
    “How do you know this guy, the one you’re calling?” I asked.
    “Well, not that it’s any of your business…” Sebastian said, and then turned positively giddy. “…but I met him on vacation down in Cabo.”
    “I thought you never went on vacation,” Connor said.
    “Shut up and let me tell my story.”
    Connor gave me a look like, Well, I just stepped in it, didn’t I?
    “He’s a hairdresser – ”
    “Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Connor whispered in my ear, and I giggled.
    Sebastian continued, off in his own little world. I could hear the rapture in his voice.
    “He’s worked on some of the biggest movies of the last couple of years, the stars all love him, including a certain twenty-something Oscar winner – ”
    “Did you sleep with him?” I asked as I applied some lipstick, some fancy European brand I’d never heard of before. A little kit had been delivered up with the rack of clothes, I just hadn’t noticed it at the time. I’d been too stunned by the Gucci, Versace, Manolo’s, and Jimmy Choo’s.
    “I – what – that’s none of your – ” Sebastian sputtered.
    “You totally slept with him!” I said gleefully.
    “I – that’s – Connorrrrr!”
    “Don’t tease Sebastian, he’s sensitive,” Connor admonished me playfully.
    “I am NOT!”
    “Though yes, the hairdresser was all he talked about for three weeks after his vacation,” Connor confirmed.
    “I DID NOT!”
    “You should call him up. Tell him you’re coming out here for a couple of days, see what he says,” Connor suggested.
    Silence.
    “…really?” Sebastian asked in a tiny, hopeful voice.
    “Sure. You deserve a break. Get the Dubai to set up a room for you… that