บททั้งหมดของ Entangled To The CEO: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Tasha’s [POV] He was still admiring the view when I came back down the steps.I'd switched out my pencil skirt for a brand-new pair of dark jeans and dainty but comfortable leather moccasins. "I'll drive," I said. "My neighborhood can get a little confusing." We wound down the tight little streets, past a rocky beach, and then over another crest to the corner by the bay where the native plant nursery lay. Rainer jumped out of my car and opened the door for me. "I saw three bridges from the top of that crest," Rainer said. "I didn't know any of this was here." I rolled my eyes. "No one ever thinks there's anything outside of San Francisco." "Honestly," Rainer said. "I think I might like your view better than my own." I had a flash of what he would look like standing in my living. The far-off city lights twinkle behind him. His shirt was loose and open when he turned to gathe

Rainer's [POV] They all laughed, and that's when I caught sight of Tasha. She stopped in the doorway of the dining hall and then made an abrupt exit. Luckily, no one else saw her hasty retreat, but it was all I could focus on. There was no doubt she was worrying that laughter was about her. "Convince me," Berger said. "Traffic on the Bay Bridge is crap. Give us some details, or we're all staying in the city like civilized men." I shook my head. "No details before cocktails. Don't you have a meeting to get to?" Berger laughed and stood up. "A few days working with the Ice Queen have changed you, man. Now all you talk about is meetings." Everyone laughed again, but I was relieved when they filed past and I could drop my fake smile. Tasha would already be waiting in Stan's office, and I worried about how close she was to her mentor. "Glad you could join us, Rainer," Stan said as I ru

Tasha’s [POV] One of the teachers, a young woman with a long, silky ponytail, licked her lips as she watched Rainer lean down to check a row of seeds. "I'd understand your annoyance if it was reversed," Barbie said. I jumped at her sudden appearance next to me. "What?" "If your co-worker was just standing around ogling women. But, he looks pretty busy to me. So, why are you staring at him like that?" Barbie asked. "Why are you here?" I asked my sister. She laughed, holding her pregnant stomach as it jiggled. "I don't know, but I'm glad I came. What is going on with you and him?" I clutched my clipboard and checked a row of calculations. The seeds would take two to three weeks to sprout. That's when I needed to schedule a professional photographer. I needed someone who could capture Hyperion executives with their shirt sleeves rolled up. Rainer's bright smile as

Rainer’s [POV]Skipping the line never gets old. I got out of my new car at the valet stand and was directed straight up the stairs. A whole herd of people pushed against the velvet ropes, and I saw a few flashbulbs fire off. I was at the front door of the best new restaurant in San Francisco, and it was opening night. My smile was camera ready, and I shook hands with half a dozen people in the foyer.Champagne appeared beside me in seconds, and I was assured my table would be ready momentarily. The whole restaurant was a hum of anxious staff and excited patrons, the newly rich and the eager to be seen. All I could think about was Tasha. I downed my champagne and balanced the empty flute on a passing tray. Then I pulled out my phone and sent Tasha a message, just to see if she got her invitation to the restaurant opening. "Expecting someone?" Berger asked. He sidled up next to me in the crowd and tipped back a fresh glass of champagne."Just checking to see who else from the offic

Tasha’s [POV] "I'm not saying your dress isn't perfect," Ivy said. "Just let me know next time, and we'll get you something truly haute couture." I thanked our waiter as he laid down the gold-embossed menus. Since Ivy was intent on studying all the charity gala photographs online, I left my menu unopened. "I was assured that I could never go wrong with vintage Valentino. Plus, it's just a black dress." "A drop-dead gorgeous dress." Ivy gasped again. "Wow. That is a low back." I laughed and tried to snatch her phone away, but my friend was too fast. "Ivy, stop. Please!" "Oh, no, definitely not. Now I know why there's a buzz going around. It seems Ms. Ellison Ramsey has been knocked off her society pages throne. There's half a dozen photographs of you, plus more with you prominently in the background." Ivy looked at each one. "And a lot of you with Rainer Maxwell." "We work together," I said. Ivy put her phone down. "Yes, dear, I know you work together. What I didn't know is th