Accidentally Falling for the Tycoon (Whirlwind Romance Series) Read Free Page B

not?”
    “No.”
    “Listen, I’m not sure I understand what you’re talking
about…”
    “It’s simple. Blake came to me yesterday with a spirit of a
dead donkey. It was as if
    someone knocked the wind out of his lungs or something. I
kept prying until he told me. You turned him down. He thinks he’s lost his
touch. He was going to ask you out again. But I told him unless you come clean
about your little secret flower delivery thing, she ain’t gonna wanna see you.
That’s what I told him.”
    Jen listened attentively.
    “You see, Blake could be my kid. Only he was my best
friend’s kid.”
    Jen looked as if she was going to turn blue.
    “Relax, kid! Ain’t nothing going on between Blake and I.
Ever!” She sat down on a stool, stroking her poodle as she continued her talk
with Jen. “You see, his mama died two years ago. We had this club. The
survivors club. Cancer survivors. Well, when we all lost our hair and what we
thought was our looks, Blake came back and made us all feel special. He
promised after his mama died that he would still visit the rest of the
survivors. He’s a good man, he is. My husband decided to leave me when I was
going through treatments. Bastard! Well, anyway, Blake tried to make up for it.
That’s why he calls me and all the women going through their treatments and
recovery ‘the most beautiful woman in the world’ to make us all feel special.
Boy that woman, Sarah! That’s his mama. She was a good woman with a good kid.
God rest her soul.”
    Jen let out a deep breath. “Oh, my God! What did I do? All
this time…I thought…”
    “Honey, you can’t judge till you know everything. Sometimes
things are what they appear and sometimes they’re not. Besides, it’s not
entirely your fault. Silly Blake is nothing but a typical man. He thinks women
are mind readers. He feels that his reputation in the business jungle would be ruined
if they ever find out he was a mama’s boy that delivers flowers every day to a
bunch of cancer survivors. He’s a man that doesn’t always talk about the good
he does. He wants the world to believe he’s a force not to be reckoned with.
Anyway, he’s been talking about you nonstop. Just so you know.”
    “Oh, Rose, I feel so stupid. I don’t normally judge people.
I…”
    “Don’t worry about it honey. He would kill me if he found
out I came to talk to you. But the way I see it, I owe him a secret favor,
too!”
    Jen smiled. “Could you tell me where I can reach him—at
work?”
     
    ***
     
    The following morning on her day off, Jen walked up to the
glass building of Harrington Enterprise. She could not believe that he was
owner of this building and the many stores in town. The Blake Harrington
was so young!
    “Yes, can I help you?” The young receptionist asked as she
walked into the beautiful reception area on the first floor. The place had tall
ceiling to floor windows which let in a lot of sunlight. The walls were adorned
with beautiful artwork. It was a beautiful light environment.
    “I’m here to see Blake Harrington.”
    “I’m afraid he’s in meetings right now. Do you have an
appointment?”
    “Um, well no. Can I leave a message?”
    “Sure you can. I’ll send it to his email. He checks often
just in case—even when he’s in meetings.”
    “Thank you.” Jen dictated a message to the receptionist to
type stating that Jen Anne from the flower shop came by to say hi and the time
she came.
    The receptionist quickly keyed in the information and within
a few seconds her laptop pinged.
    “Um…Just a minute, Jen! He just sent a message back. He
doesn’t usually respond this quickly to emails…unless it’s very important.”
    “Oh?” Jen felt her face flush.
    “He asked if you could wait around for another twenty
minutes.”
    “Oh, um…sure.”
     
    ***
         
    The next twenty minutes seemed to go on forever, even though
Jen mindlessly flipped through magazines on the table and occasionally looked
up at the