Brother to the Boss: Billionaire Romance (Managing the Bosses Series Book 8) Read Free

why he’d talked himself into running a business. “Okay,” he said. “Send someone out to get the potatoes, then. There has to be somewhere in the vicinity of New York City that has what we need. If you have to, hit up two or three places. I’ll pay for the gas, and a bonus for whoever makes the trip.”
    When he turned Michael was looking at him like he was crazy, but nodded and scurried off, undoubtedly to try to recruit some of the busboys to make the drive so that he didn’t have to. Mark didn’t see what was so difficult about just going out and picking up potatoes, even if you did need a hundred pounds of them. Shaking his head, he took the stairs up to his room two at a time, and practically threw himself into the shower.
    When he’d agreed to have the news crew come to report on Little Lake Country Club he had expected it to go more smoothly, but the potatoes weren’t the first problem they’d had. It seemed like the minute someone was going to be watching, things that had been running perfectly fell to pieces. Go figure. Now, they had an hour to finish getting everything ready, and Mark wasn’t in his ‘high society country club owner’ suit yet.
    Thank goodness for Erica, honestly. Without her, he was pretty sure the place would be a shambles after the day they’d had, but she was always right where he needed her to be, and had an innate sense for what needed to be done to whip things into shape.
    If he’d had more time, Mark might have stopped to linger on other things he liked about Erica. Like the way she’d looked in his bed that morning. But those thoughts would lead to places that he shouldn’t be going with an hour to finish getting ready, and so Mark reluctantly turned his considerations to everything else that needed to be prepped for the evening, and kept his shower short.
    A few minutes later, dressed in a well-fitted suit, he made his way back downstairs, careful to avoid anyone carrying a tray of food. Getting a mess on his suit was not something he wanted to deal with.
    “Potatoes dealt with?” he asked as he passed Michael in the kitchen, and the manager nodded. “Good.”
    He headed out into the main part of the clubhouse, looking over the big room in the front where the guests gathered, and sticking his head into the ballroom. Everything looked immaculate. The cleaning staff had done an excellent job. From there, it was onto the green to see if all of the trainers had arrived and knew their roles. There were a few guests moving through the course, and Mark knew by the time the news crew arrived the early evening crowd would have finished filtering in, so there would be plenty of people for the camera to see. In fact, he’d specifically called in a few of his wealthier regulars to make sure that people saw just who played golf at Little Lake.
    The first news story about the club had been just a blurb, more because Alex was famous than because he was. ‘Billionaire’s Brother Opens a Country Club’, or something. But this time the story was about Mark and his business, and he had every intention of making sure that it was not only favorable, but glowing.
    “You look like you’re drawing up a plan to take over the world,” Erica said, stepping away from a group she’d been chatting with to stand just a little too close to him for propriety.
    “Just thinking about the news piece they’re going to run on us,” Mark said, answering her smile with one of his own. “So I guess something like that, yeah.”
    “Oh, I see,” she laughed. “Well, I’m sure it’s going to be great. Before you know it we’ll be overrun with members.”
    “You’ve got more faith in the press than I do,” Mark said. “The way they’ve treated Alex hasn’t really inspired much belief in their sense of fair play, or their honesty.”
    “You’re being approached by the golf channel, not a gossip rag,” Erica said, laying a hand on his shoulder. “It’s a totally different thing. Trust