The billionaire's ledger

Chapter 3: The Birthday Trap

Sasha told me about a mystery gig delivering a huge cake for a rich guy's birthday. The pay was double because the cake was massive. I wore my server uniform since I had to go straight to the diner after.

I carried this heavy gold-leaf cake into a penthouse that looked like it belonged in a magazine. There were models and rich people everywhere. I just wanted to drop the cake and leave.

"Put it on the center table," some guy told me.

I set it down and turned around, right into a solid chest. I knew that smell—mint and expensive wood. I looked up and saw Silas smirking at me. He looked at my server name tag again, his thumb brushing near his lip like he was thinking about something dirty.

"Happy birthday to me," he said. His voice made my stomach do a weird flip.

"Are you kidding?" I groaned. "Are you a ghost? How are you everywhere?"

Silas didn't even blink. He was too busy staring at the way my uniform hugged my curves. He was spiraling hard. He had hundreds of people at his party but he only cared about the girl who brought the cake. He wanted to kick everyone out and just lock the doors with me inside. He was so thirsty for her it was actually scary. He wanted to see what was under that plain uniform and the thought was driving him crazy.

"I didn't know you were the delivery girl," he lied. He totally knew. He had paid the company extra just to make sure I was the one who showed up.

"I'm leaving," I said, trying to push past him.

"The party just started, Elena," he said, blocking my exit with his arm.