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Romancing the Billionaire (Billionaire Boys Club #5)(23)
Author: Jessica Clare

Jonathan just scowled at both of them.

When they got to the hotel dining room, Cade insisted on pulling her chair out for her so she could sit down. That earned him a sharp word from Jonathan. What was Cade’s game? He seemed unruffled by Jonathan’s increasingly sour mood, but it had to be an act of some kind. She spread her napkin on her lap, curious, and watched the men.

Jonathan more or less slumped in his chair and put a hand to his forehead. It was clear he was feeling his drinks. Cade, however, seemed cheerful and alert.

When the waitress came over, Jonathan ordered whiskey.

“Um, I’m n-not sure we s-serve it this early,” the girl stammered, looking at him with alarm.

Cade frowned at him. “Are you sure you want to do that? We need you sober.”

“Fuck off,” Jonathan told him and then pointed at the waitress. “Whiskey. Hundred-dollar tip for you if you bring it in the next two minutes.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, flushing. “Can I get anyone else a drink?”

“Orange juice,” Cade told her.

“Same,” Violet said, opening her menu.

“Now, Violet, remember, breakfast is on me,” Cade told her, and reached over to pat her arm. He smiled at her and clasped her hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze.

Jonathan frowned at the two of them. He ripped his sunglasses off and glared at her over her menu, his eyes bloodshot. Then, he stared at Cade. “Why is breakfast on you?”

This was a good question, but Violet was going to play along with it. “Thank you, Cade. I appreciate it.” She pulled her hand from his and pretended to consider the menu.

But Cade remained cheerful. “I told Violet that since I was taking the reins on this project, I’d also handle her expenses.”

Jonathan’s eyes narrowed even as the waitress brought his drink over and placed it carefully in front of him. He ignored her, his eyes still fixed on Cade. “What do you mean, you’re taking over this project?”

And now she understood Cade’s plan. He was going to make Jonathan jealous.

Part of her wanted to throw her napkin on the table and smack both of the men silly for acting like this. After all, she wasn’t an object for them to fight over, and making Jonathan jealous wouldn’t establish anything other than prodding an already irritated bull. And what did it accomplish, really? So he was jealous? So what? It wasn’t like she was going to launch herself at Cade or Jonathan. She just wanted to go home and pick up the reins of her quiet little life.

But she couldn’t help but peek through her lashes at Jonathan to see how he’d react. And she couldn’t help the weird, excited little flutter in her belly when he glared at Cade as if he wanted to rip the man’s head off.

Which was ridiculous. Why did she care that it bothered Jonathan?

Perhaps there was some sort of girly bone in her body that enjoyed seeing a guy go all alpha-male caveman on her. But she couldn’t resist prodding the situation. So she pretended to consider her menu a bit longer, and then gave Cade a brilliant smile. “You’re so sweet.”

“Why,” Jonathan growled, his voice gravel in his throat, “the f**k is he sweet? What’s he doing?”

“Violet told me about her situation,” Cade said, smiling at the waitress when she set orange juice down in front of him. “That she wants to return to her school but she’s obligated to remain at your side until the mystery is solved. And since you’re indisposed and determined to remain here, I thought I’d step in and assist her.”

That got a response from Jonathan. The whites of his eyes showed, and his nostrils flared. “Cade,” he gritted. “Back. Off.”

“Why?” Cade wouldn’t be deterred. He gestured at Jonathan’s drink. “It’s clear what your plans are.”

“Back. Off,” Jonathan repeated, clearly furious.

“He’s just trying to help me out, Jonathan,” Violet interjected, unable to resist rubbing salt in the wound. “I asked him to come. You’ve been impossible to talk to the last few days.” To her horror, a knot formed in her throat and she had to blink repeatedly to keep from weeping like an idiot. She hadn’t realized how stressed she was until she said it aloud. “I didn’t know what to do. All you do is drink and yell at me.”

The look Jonathan gave her was utterly tortured. “Violet, please—”

“No,” she said, and her voice wobbled. She got to her feet. “I can’t do this, all right? I can’t stay here forever, not when I’m needed at the school. And I can’t sit here and watch you drink yourself into a coma like my mother did. You forced me to do this stupid scavenger hunt when all I wanted to do was forget that my father existed. So now I’m here, and you need to decide what it is you want, because either we finish this or I get to go home.” She threw her napkin down on the table, her appetite gone. “I’ll be in my room.”

As she stormed away, she heard Jonathan’s low voice behind her. “Damn you, Cade.”

A half hour later, Violet had neatly repacked her luggage and brushed her teeth again, and now sat in her room, waiting for the phone to ring so someone could tell her what was going on. When a knock came at the door, she was relieved; being in limbo was emotionally exhausting.

When she opened the door, though, Jonathan was standing there. He leaned heavily against the doorjamb as if it were the only thing keeping him upright. If it was even possible, his hair looked worse than before. He gazed at her solemnly.

She considered him for a long moment. “Hi.”

“Can we talk?” he asked.

“Sure.”

He pushed off of the doorjamb and headed into her room without waiting for an invite. When he sat on the edge of her bed, she put her foot down. “Don’t sit there.” For some reason, having Jonathan on her bed in any sort of manner felt entirely too personal.

Without missing a beat, he slid forward and thumped onto the carpet, legs sprawled out in front of him, his back resting against the bed. “This better?”

“I suppose.” Violet glanced through the doorway but there was no sign of Cade. “Is your friend coming?”

Jonathan snorted. “Some friend. I told him to go f**k off. He just laughed in my face.” He shook his head and rubbed his brow. “Fucker knows he’s right about everything, too. I’m glad you called him here.”

Violet shut the door and tentatively stepped toward Jonathan. Okay, this was a good sign. She sat on the foot of the bed, and then, after a moment’s indecision, slid until she was sitting on the carpet next to him. “So,” she said softly. “Let’s talk.”

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