A Contract with the Billionaire
Ryan’s gaze darted from his computer screen to him and a look of surprise stole across his features.
“Did I walk into a dream?” Ryan asked, narrowing his gaze at his cousin, who was seated opposite him in one of the plush leather chairs, looking so relaxed like it was a regular habit for him to be there.
“I think you did and I hope it’s not at the wrong time?”
“Definitely not,”
“Okay,” Benjamin sat up, ready to start his show. “I’m not gonna take much of your time. Just letting you know I might be getting a job somewhere else soon,”