Free Make Me Yours: A BWWM Billionaire Love Story by Cher Etan, BWWM Club Page B

was fast. I expected that it would take a lot longer to convince
anyone to speak to us.”
    “ Nah,
they’re really interested in trying out their technology. It’s
just that it’s a huge and expensive undertaking that medical
insurance really isn’t willing to pay for.”
    “ And
we don’t have that problem right?” Dean said wryly.
    Meaghan shrugged
although he couldn’t see her. “The perks of being a
millionaire.”
    “ Excuse
me, that’s billionaire my girl,” he said.
    “ Whatever
man. So you’ll tell your father?” she asked.
    “ Actually,
I was thinking that maybe you should tell him.”
    “ Excuse
me, what?” Meaghan asked wondering when Dean had gone off his
meds.
    “ You
should tell him; it was your idea after all and it’s about time
you two met anyway.”
    Meaghan was silent
for a good long while.
    “ Megs?
You still there?” Dean asked.
    “ Dean,
I didn’t do this as some kind of play to-“ Meaghan began.
    “ Of
course I know that – idiot,” Dean interrupted. “I’ve
been thinking about it for a while. This just seems like an
opportunity too good to pass up.”
    Meaghan sighed.
“Nothing has really changed Dean. Your dad is still ill and
your company still needs the stability of right perception.”
    “ Yes
well luckily for me, I’m a guy so having a woman at my side is
not totally crucial to my being taken seriously. And I think I’ve
built up enough of a reputation in the past nine months to be
perceived as fairly level headed and intelligent.”
    “ Having
the ‘wrong woman’ at your side could change that
perception.”
    “ Look
Meaghan, I’m not saying we put out a full page ad in the paper
announcing our engagement although frankly I don’t see what’s
so wrong with being with a future surgeon general…I’m
just saying meet my father. Let him know your name and that you exist
and that his son loves you.”
    Meaghan sighed in
trepidation. “Are you sure?”
    “ I’ve been sure.
I’ve just been wondering how to do this in a way that no-one suffers any heart attacks.”
    “ Okay
then, when?” Meaghan asked.
    “ Have
dinner with me and we’ll strategize,” Dean said.
    “ I
can’t tonight, its Thursday,” Meaghan protested.
    “ Oh
Megggsss! Can’t you postpone just this once?” Dean
complained.
    Meaghan smiled. “No
I really can’t. We can do dinner tomorrow. Breakfast too if you
want, I’m free this Saturday.”
    Dean huffed in
contrived annoyance. “Fine. If it’s all I can get. Tell
Bain I hate him.”
    Meaghan laughed.
“Hey you know you and Daniel could set up a play date for
tonight…you’re both such sulky bitches.”
    “ Don’t
tease me,” Dean said.
    “ I’m
not, pinky swear,” Meaghan replied still laughing.
    “ Yes
you are and I will get you for it,” Dean threatened.
    “ I
look forward to it,” Meaghan said as she came to the train
station. “I gotta go; talk to you later.”
    “ Yeah
okay. Have a good day my sweet.”
    “ You
too honey bunch,” Meaghan replied and hung up.
    She
was still smiling when she got to the hospital where a string of
emergencies sucked up her day and spit it out mangled and chewed up.
Two gunshot wounds, one, a child not more than eight years old; a
case of domestic violence where the woman’s septum had been
crushed when her husband almost strangled her to death, her infant
daughter screaming and crying continuously as they took her mother
away to surgery. Child services had to be called because there was
no-one to take care of her; three cases of broken bones from a
particularly aggressive high school rugby game…it was one
thing after another. By the time she fell into the seat opposite Bain
at La Trattoria her
brain felt fried.
    “ Bad
day huh?” Bain said sympathetically as he handed her a full
glass of wine.
    “ The
worst,” Meaghan replied draining it. Bain would get her home
even if she got drunk so she wasn’t worried. Bain was ready
with the bottle as she put her glass back