Billionaire Boys Club 5 : Romancing the Billionaire(96)

Violet sighed with utter contentment. She liked hearing that.

Jonathan kissed her temple, and then murmured, "Speaking of, what are you doing next Thursday? I'd like for you to fly with me to New York."

"Oh?"

"I have some friends I want you to meet."

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That Thursday, Violet dashed out of Jonathan Lyons Middle School with the final bell. She swung her purse over her shoulder and rushed out the door with the students, as giddy and excited as they were to be out of class after a long day.

Parked in front of the school was a familiar form in a casual jacket and T-shirt, leaning against a shiny red Lyons roadster. Jonathan smiled at Violet as she rushed out the door and gave her a kiss as she came to his side. "Ready, love?"

"Ready."

He opened the car door for her, and she slipped inside the passenger seat. A moment later, they were blazing away from the school, heading toward a private airport where Jonathan's favorite turboprop Socata waited.

They flew into New York City just as the sun was setting, and Violet stifled a few yawns as Jonathan ushered her into a sedan and urged the driver toward an unfamiliar address.

When the driver parked on the street outside of a club, Violet gave Jonathan a curious look. This was the club he'd had "business" at before when he'd made her wait in the limo. Odd that they should come here again. She wasn't appropriately attired, either. She'd worn her normal schoolteacher clothing-a pencil skirt and a high-necked blouse with long sleeves. "I'm not dressed for a night on the town, Jonathan."

"Don't worry," he assured her, moving to her side and sliding a possessive arm around her waist. "That's not our final destination."

Puzzled, Violet kept her thoughts to herself as Jonathan ushered her inside and through the club, then down a back hallway. There was a bodyguard in the hall, standing in front of a door, and Violet almost missed the bizarre hand gesture Jonathan gave him. The man grunted and moved aside, and Jonathan turned to look at her. "Promise me you'll share this with no one?"

"I promise," she told him, now more curious than tired.

He took her hand and kissed the back of it. Then, lacing his fingers with hers, he took the lead and descended the flight of stairs into the cellar of the club. Violet smelled cigars and heard the soft murmur of voices as the door closed behind them.

"Boys," Jonathan announced as he stepped down the stairs and into the room. "I've brought someone with me tonight."

Five sets of eyes stared at her in open surprise as Violet entered the basement room with Jonathan. There was a large card table in the center, and five men sat around it, with one empty chair on the far end, no doubt waiting for Jonathan. Drinks and cards were scattered, and a cloud of cigar smoke hung in the air.

"Hi," Violet said, looking at Jonathan curiously.

"I've brought Violet to meet my brothers," Jonathan said, a proud look on his face as he tugged Violet forward.




 

 

"Brothers?" she asked, curious. Jonathan didn't have any brothers, did he? She thought he'd had an older brother once, but he'd long since passed away. She gazed at the faces around the table and was surprised to see Cade Archer sitting amongst the men, a knowing grin on his face.

"Oh, shit," said a man with a goatee. "Here we go again."