Free City Vibes - Complete Series (BWWM Interracial Billionaire Romance) by Violet Jackson Page A

out of control and indulgent.” He replied.
    Reese took another sip of her drink. “I think we have two very different understandings of, 'out of control and indulgent'”
    Daniel chuckled at this, just as a younger man in a black dinner jacket with a thin gold tie walked up to Daniel. He smiled, an action that illuminated his hazel eyes, and extended a hand. “Hi! My name is Brad.”
    Daniel narrowed his eyes, but then responded with, “Oh! Brad Gridders.”
    Brad laughed. “We spoke on the phone a couple of days ago.”
    Daniel nodded. “Yup. I sold you some stock.”
    Brad shrugged. “You said they would go up and they did!”
    “I'd be a really bad psychic if they didn't.” Daniel joked. As their laughter subsided, he turned to Reese and added, “This is my girlfriend, Reese Allen. Reese, this is Brad Gridders, a new client of mine.”
    Brad glanced at Reese, shot her a quick smile, then swiftly returned his gaze to Daniel. “She's lovely. Uh... I actually would like to consult you on the possibility of more investments.”
    Daniel nodded and the two of them launched into a jargon-charged conversation Reese couldn't hope to follow. With a sigh, she returned to her drink and sipped it down to the ice.
    “Can I get you another one of those?” Reese looked up to find a tall, incredibly sleek looking man with blond hair and warm, brown eyes staring down at her.
    Reese, feeling her face flush from all the vodka cranberries just laughed at him. “It's an open bar. You don't need to get me anything.”
    He shrugged and rested his forearms on the counter next to her. At this close range, Reese could smell the Calvin Klein cologne emanating from his every pore. The scent made her want to swoon. “I know that. But it's the thought that counts.”
    Reese, realizing what was going on, raised an eyebrow and replied, “Good sir, you're thoughts are going to get you trouble.”
    The man cocked his head to one side. “Are they?” he ran his fingertips over her bare shoulder. “I could use a little trouble.”
    Reese blinked twice. Something told her she needed to find a way to artfully hint at the fact that she was, in fact, taken, and not in the mood for any, 'trouble,' at all, but her mind was simply too foggy to think of anything in time. So she simply pointed a wavering finger at Daniel, who was still immersed in his conversation with Brad and replied with, “I've got all the trouble I need right there.”
    As she said this, Reese could have sworn, she saw the man's face flush a slight pink color. He dropped his gaze to the damp, marble counter, but when he lifted it again, he seemed to be completely unphased. “Ah. Daniel Scott. He's a lucky man. He's got the job... and the girl.” He commented, gesturing at her.
    Reese couldn't help but smile at this. Now that she had made it clear to him that trying anything was not a good idea, she found it easier to let her guard down. “You've clearly got the job too.”
    The man shrugged. “You're too kind. What's your name?”
    “Reese Allen.” Reese answered as she offered him a hand.
    He nodded. “Ah, Reese.” he repeated, but when he shook her hand, his touch was a bit too tender for her comfort.
    Reese opened her mouth to ask his name, but before the question could come out, there was a swelling roar in the crowd of people. She looked up to see that the waiter’s trays of Chardonnay had been replaced with Champagne. Mark and the other old man she recognized from Daniel's dinner at Per Se all those months ago stood on a raised platform with identical, unopened bottles of champagne in their hands.
    Their faces were beat red and they were talking excitedly to the people that immediately surrounded them. Then, as if, on cue, the two of them raised their hands and screamed, “Ten!” In one syllable, the crowd had caught on and everyone was counting down.
    As Reese joined in somewhere around “Seven!” She felt an arm wrap itself around her waist. When she looked