Page 184 of The Rebel Billionaire

“Alex, you’re back.”

“I am,” I say, stating the obvious.

“I was just coming to see Brooke to find out when you were due in.”

“You want to talk now?”

“Is that all right?”

“Of course.”

“Can I get you anything?” Brooke asks.

“Coffee,” Dominic says. “Is there any more of your cake left?”

Brooke smiles at him. “I believe there may be a slice or two. Alex?”

“None for me. I ate before I headed in, but a coffee would be great.”

She nods, and I shoot her a look of apology before ushering him into my room.

Dominic talks about everything and nothing for the next hour.

“You have some valid points, Dom. Send Brooke an email, and she can add them to the agenda of our next board meeting. Let’s put them to the rest of the team.”

I emphasise the word team. As old-school as Dominic is, he sometimes seems to forget that he’s part of one. He wants to keep himself relevant.

“Good, good,” he says. “Now go home and get some rest. You must be exhausted.”

“It’s been a long three weeks. I can’t wait to be back in my own bed,” I admit, especially if someone is there with me, although I don’t say the last part.

He nods and grabs the plate with the leftover cake.

I see Dominic out and beckon Brooke in.

“More baking?” I ask, as she follows, shutting the door behind her.

She smiles and shrugs. “It gives me something to do, and Dominic has an incredibly sweet tooth.”

I chuckle. “I think it’s more the home cooking. His wife has him on a very strict diet.”

Brooke’s face falls, her brows furrowing.

“Don’t worry, everything in moderation. At nearly sixty-five, he takes good care of himself.”

“Maybe I’ll drop the frequency then,” she says.

“I’m hoping you won’t have time now I’m back.”

I step towards her.

Her smile deepens.

“Is that right?”

My hands go to her waist, and I want nothing more than to haul her against me.

“Are you coming over tonight?”