Free The Alpha Billionaire Club Trilogy by Alexa Wilder Page A

I’m not sure if the leftovers of childhood ever go away. Too many years of my sisters critiquing every bite I put in my mouth still left me weird about eating in public. I needed to get over it.
    The waiter returned and my mouth watered as Dylan ordered the Limón ricotta pancakes for himself and the tiramisu French toast for me. It was exactly what I would have ordered for myself if I’d had the courage. When the waiter left, I picked up my coffee and said, “So, the clothes? Did you go shopping in the middle of the night? Or do you keep special fairies on staff who do your bidding at all hours?”
    “The second, in a way. Not a fairy, my assistant, Melissa.”
    “The one I met at your office last night? I thought her name was Cheryl.”
    “It is. Cheryl handles my office. Melissa takes care of personal things.”
    “Personal things? Like what? Does she pick your dates up for you?” I was half-kidding and half sure he was going to say ‘Yes’.
    “Not usually. Though she has made an airport pick-up or two for me.”
    “You fly your dates in? Like a lingerie model with a shoot in Bali coming to Vegas just so you can take her out to dinner?”
    This time I really was kidding. I swallowed my amusement when Dylan took a slow sip of coffee, his eyes steady on my face, but said nothing. Of course he flew in models to date. Women around the globe were probably begging for the chance to go out with him. Again, I wondered what he was doing with me. Finally, he said, “I don’t want to talk about any other women right now.”
    “Fair enough,” I said. I didn’t want to talk about his other women either, especially after my embarrassing fit earlier. “So what else does Melissa do?”
    “She coordinates my life. The past twenty-four hours aside, I spend most of my time working. I don’t have time to go shopping, make dentist appointments, or get my car serviced. I have to throw a number of parties and other social events that are mostly work and I don’t have the time, or the inclination, to handle those either. Melissa takes care of everything I can’t. Or don’t want to.”
    “Okay, that actually makes sense. So when did she go buy all this? We only met last night. How did she know what to get?”
    “I texted her to take a look at what you had, and if she thought I’d agree, she should open the boutiques downstairs and get you set up.”
    “So she didn’t like my clothes?” I asked, not sure how to feel about a stranger going through my things and deciding they needed to be replaced. I wasn’t a fashionista, but I thought I did alright on my junior accountant’s salary. Dylan shrugged.
    “Maybe. But Melissa likes clothes. She may have thought yours were fine, but taken the excuse to buy you new things anyway.” That made me feel somewhat better. If I had the budget to buy clothes like this, I’d jump on it, even if they weren’t for me.
    “So you made her work late? What if she had other plans?” I knew I was being nosy, but the whole concept of him having a person who would jump to do anything he asked was fascinating to me.
    “I pay Melissa extremely well to never have other plans when I need her for something. She’s on call twenty-four-seven and she makes enough money that she doesn’t mind her hours. Plus, she likes me.” He gave me a satisfied grin, teasing me.
    “Yeah, I bet she does,” I said, smiling back.
    “She’s happily married to a lawyer who works long hours, no kids, which is part of why she doesn’t mind me calling her in at odd times. She’s one of those people who needs to be busy.”
    “Hmm,” I said, unable to relate. I suspected Dylan was like that, always on the go. Anyone who ran a business empire had to be. That was not me. I worked hard at my job, but in my off time, I was more than happy to lie around, reading a book and snacking on chocolate. Probably part of the reason I still hadn’t seen that much of Vegas.
    The waiter returned with our plates, sliding in