Corporate Ties (Silken Ties Book 1) Read Free Page A

tile for a second longer, before grabbing the razor and giving her long legs the once over.
    Pulling on a robe, she walked into her large, well organized closet. Samantha was right; it'd been a while since she dressed for dinner. She’d eaten more dinners at her desk than anywhere else lately and although she’d turned out to be a good cook, she often settled for pizza or other delivery food at home, because she was too tired.
    Red? No, too showy. The white one? Way too much cleavage, hmmm maybe it's not a bad idea. She heard the buzzer. Samantha was on her way up. She had her own key, good, she could help with this.
    Samantha chuckled when she came in. "You look like a deer in the headlights. You really are out of practice." She slid hangers apart with a flare, quickly discarding the dresses Olivia had just picked out. "Ah, here it is," she decided, a big grin on her face. "It's perfect." She shoved the black and teal spandex dress toward her. "Next, the heels. Put those on and lotion up those long legs of yours. You're going to get some tonight, for sure."
    "Samantha…I. Oh, okay, you're right. I need it and I want it."
    "That's my girl, and you forgot one thing, you deserve a great night, you've been working way too hard. Me, I'm going to work at getting something really hard."
    Olivia chuckled. "That's never been a problem for you, Samantha. How do I look?"
    "Look out men of New York. Let's go."
    Lucy and Rachel were already waiting. As the ‘new, hot spot’, it was full even for a Wednesday night. Once the Times endorsed a new place, it was nearly impossible to get in.
    "About time you two showed up. There's no way we were not going to sit down, everyone who's anyone is here," Lucy whispered discretely pointing out celebs, sports stars of all kinds, executives, and highbrow lawyers. She was right; all the big players were here. Most they knew, but not all. Olivia scanned the room as they made their way to the table. It was one of their best, right near the center of the cozy, but elegant space.
    "Who did you do to get this reservation, Samantha?" Rachel teased as their waiter pulled out their chairs for them.
    Samantha looked around and smirked. "I don't kiss and tell."
    "You do to us. Spill it."
    Just as she was about to speak, champagne was delivered, very expensive champagne.
    "The gentlemen at table six, wished to welcome you to Chao."
    Samantha raised the newly filled flute, thanking the table of handsome gentlemen.
    "Nice start to the evening," Samantha mused as she took a small sip. "This place is great. Nice bar, dance floor in the other room, but quiet and sexy in here. Oh and we can come back if you behave yourselves. I'm, very close to the owner."
    "So that's who you did," Lucy said, and they all laughed. The waiter came back, refilling their glasses.
    "Do you have any questions about the menu?" Olivia watched Lucy as she literally ate the waiter with her eyes. It was exactly what Jerrod had done to her earlier.
    "What would you suggest?" Olivia asked.
    His gaze bore into her. "The tenderloin is excellent, if you like red meat. The prawn are also very popular. All of our greens and vegetables are organic. Our pasta is made fresh daily." Suddenly he looked away and Olivia turned to see a man motioning to him. He was tall, very well dressed, his square jaw sported a day’s stubble, and looked to be in his mid to late thirties. The waiter excused himself and made his way over to engage the man.
    "Is that your 'owner' Sam?"
    "No, I've never seen him before, but I'd like to get a closer look, that's for sure. He's just my type."
    "Everyone's your type, Samantha," Rachel teased.
    Samantha glanced over raising an eyebrow. "And yours."
    "True," Rachel admitted.
    The waiter came right back and the man disappeared into the bar and lounge area.
    "Have you decided, or do you need a few more minutes?"
    They'd expected to hear something about the man he’d just spoken with, but since the information was not