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“I don’t know what to say,” I admitted. “Why are you doing this, Chandler?”
He took a sip of his coffee before answering me. “I know you enjoy being my assistant, but I see the light in your eyes when I’m working these deals. You love that thrill as much as I do. You have the knowledge to do them, even if you don’t have the experience. I want that to change.” Chandler paused. “I understand the power a woman has to influence a man and inspire him to succeed. I’ve made three times as much since I hired you as I did before you came into my life. Outside of money, you increase my joy and peace. My stability. I don’t take your presence in my life lightly, Cheyanne, at all.” He shrugged, briefly looking out of the window as a couple walked by. “This just feels like the right thing to do. So will you be my right-hand and help me secure this deal?”
For a while, all I could do was nod. I wasn’t expecting his words to be so kind and heartfelt. So personal and moving. Wiping a quickly fallen tear, I sniffled and tugged my bottom lip into my mouth as I lowered my head.
“I’d love to.”
“Look at me,” he demanded. I did. “You deserve this.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, releasing a shaky breath. “I’ll go ahead and reach out to the pilots to see if they are available. We might not be able to leave tonight, but I’ll try and get it for early tomorrow morning.”
“Sounds good. Book your favorite hotel. Don’t worry about the price.”
“Okay.” I agreed with a smile.
This was about to be fun.
11
Chandler
I never counted pennies. Making seven figures a year afforded me the freedom to do and get whatever I wanted without having to ever check the price. I did, however, check my monthly expenses—personally and professionally—on the last day of the month. My accountant would put together a spreadsheet so I could see where my money was going.
When I told Cheyanne to book her favorite hotel, I should have known her bougie ass was about to be on some shit, because she sent me the link for approval instead of just booking it like she usually did. I was getting more and more curious about her and her bloodline these days. It was getting harder to respect her desire for secrecy.
The penthouse she stayed in was twelve-thousand dollars a month. They required three times the rent a month in wages, and I didn’t pay her that much. Hearing that her grandfather didn’t just pay the rent but had bought the unit let me know he was either a multi-millionaire or billionaire. If that was the case, it should have been easier to do research to find out who he was since he lived in our city, but I was trying to wait for her to share that information with me.
It wasn’t going to change anything between us or the way I viewed her. More than anything, I was curious about who he was and what he did and if he was someone I could possibly connect with or learn from.
I smiled at the thought of our conversation last night. When she sent me the link for the executive room at the Four Seasons at Ten Trinity Square, it amused me. I called her immediately.
“Yes, Mr. Jones?”
“What you send me that room for? You know I only do suites.”
“Well, yes, but the smallest suite starts at two thousand a night. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to spend that for the rest of the week plus my room.”
“I know you’re not trying to insult me, so I’m going to overlook your lapse in memory. What suite do you stay in when you go, Cheyanne?”
She sighed into the receiver. “I don’t stay in a suite; I stay in a residence, but Papa pays for it.”
“Hmm,” I replied, lips stretching into a smile. For some reason, the distinct difference impressed me. And hearing that her grandfather opted for a grander stay than a suite made me want to one up him. I wanted to show her that I could not only take care of her as well as him but better. “Send me the full hotel link. And don’t hang up.”
“All right,” she agreed. The line remained silent for no more than a minute before I received the text with the link.
“Which one do you usually stay in?” I asked, looking over the suites and residences.
“The one-bedroom residence.” It was a little over four thousand dollars a night. “But you really don’t have to get that for me, Mr. Jones. I wasn’t trying to suggest you couldn’t afford it, just that you’ve never spent that much on my sleeping arrangements when we travel.”
I scrolled down, not even bothering to look at the other options or reply to what she’d said. When I got to the last two, which were the most expensive, I looked at the names and prices. The second biggest was the Royal Residence. At just over four thousand square feet, it was sixteen thousand dollars a night. The biggest was the Skyline Penthouse. It was just over nine thousand feet and had four bedrooms plus a gym and theater. The price wasn’t on the website, and you had to call to book it, so I figured it was forty to fifty thousand a night.
“The Skyline Penthouse is appealing to me because of the gym and theater, but I like the way the Royal Residence looks. The floor-to-ceiling windows and large terrace with views of the city are breathtaking. Which one do you think we should get?”
“U-uh,” she stuttered before coughing, making me hold back my laugh. “E-either sounds fine, Chandler. It just depends on what you think you’ll get the most enjoyment out of—the view or the gym and theater.”
I was going to get the most enjoyment out of finally impressing this woman, and there was no doubt in my mind this was the way to do it. Money might not have impressed her, but doing something better than her grandfather would.
“Let’s go with the Skyline Penthouse. Go ahead and call them and book it for the rest of the week.”
