บททั้งหมดของ Entangled To The CEO: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Rainer’s [POV] The yacht was lit up so brightly it looked more like a spaceship ready to bolt off into the dark sky. I understood the mystery that drove people to buy mega-yachts. Berger stood at the prow as if he'd conquered the sea himself. I knew full well he had no idea how to start the yacht's powerful engine, much less move it safely from the dock. His full crew greeted me as I walked across the gangplank. The entire skyline of San Francisco glittered above the dark water of the bay, and even I had to admit it was a dramatic backdrop for a party. "Just wait until we sail under the Golden Gate Bridge," Berger said. He slapped me hard on the back. "Until then I've got, how many? Four chefs: sushi, fusion, steakhouse, and the best dessert chef in town." A fleet of servers wove through the glamorous crowd, but I waved away the champagne. I could already tell that I was going to need something stronger. The yacht had every comfort, it was floating luxury, but the thought of bein

Tasha’s [POV] I congratulated myself on getting to my office without breaking into a cold sweat. I expected to see Rainer around every corner, and, no matter what I told myself, I wasn't ready to face him. The rest of the weekend I had assured myself that I'd done the right thing. Now, maybe Rainer had gotten an idea of how his one-night stands felt, and I had gotten him out of my system. I made it to my temporary assistant's desk before my stomach dropped to the floor. On her computer was an entire photograph album from Berger's yacht party and Rainer was featured in many of the glamorous shots. "Isn't he dreamy," Amy said? She noted that I was rooted to the floor next to her desk and jumped at the chance to give me her full opinion. "Ellison Ramsey has to be the most elegant woman I've ever seen. And she's going to marry Mr. Maxwell - that practically makes us family!" "I'm not sure you should believe all the rumors," I said. Amy shook her head. "No. They are a power couple.

Rainer’s [POV] Tasha's eyes met mine down the office hallway, and I felt a jolt through my entire body. She looked as if she had something to say, something that couldn't wait, something that might touch on the lava flow I felt when her eyes were on me. Then Stan bustled her off to the executive elevator and my stomach dropped to the floor. What if our yacht liaison had been found out? It wasn't much a stretch to think someone at Berger's party had found the entertainment boring and the gossip much more interesting. We could have been spotted heading down that narrow hallway. Or maybe the bartenders had heard us over the thumping of the music. Stan had frowned in my direction, and I felt sure he was advising Tasha against me. Probably good advice, but it put me on edge. There was already so much between us that caused problems: her career focus, my lack of proper ambition, my last-minute attachment to her billion-dollar project, not to mention our passionate run-ins or my intru

Tasha Then Rainer "Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be descending into San Francisco International Airport soon." The pilot's announcement tore me from my head-in-the-clouds view. It was still a shock to look around and find myself in first class. I lounged in a white leather seat with an array of menus in front of me. I wiggled my toes in the complimentary slippers and took a sip of champagne. It felt sinfully wonderful to stretch out after all those years of flying coach. "See? I knew you'd settle into this lifestyle," Ivy said. She slipped into the wide seat next to me and signaled for a refill on champagne. "Thanks for coming with me for the last leg," I told Ivy. My friend flashed a glamorous smile. "You're welcome. It was a real hardship." I glanced back out the airplane window and resisted the urge to pinch myself. Not only was I flying in full luxury, but it was for work. My work. "Now, before we land, I want you to take advantage of one more first class perk: the available

Tasha’s [POV] The event organizer shook my hand again. "Your foundation has contributed so much, and we're so honored you could join us. It might seem a little plain to you, but I promise you'll have a great night." "A little plain?" I asked. "True elegance is simplicity." Topher furiously typed my words into his phone. "Great quote, Ms. Nichols." I nodded to the organizer and walked into the banquet hall. "When are you going to remember to call me Tasha?" I asked my assistant. "When you're not being honored at an awards dinner," Topher said. I smiled at his prim tone. "Well, Ms. Nichols' image is all thanks to you, so I can't complain." My young assistant's ears reddened. "I'll go and find our table. You just mingle. And enjoy yourself." His reminder was serious. Even Stan had complained that all my tabloid shots looked too stern. I still wasn't used to the pomp of high society charity events, and they often made me feel stiff and awkward. Luckily, this was a local awards di