My Brother Sent Me to the Kids’ Table—Until His Billionaire CEO Sat Beside Me

turn in unison like a flock of birds changing direction.

I looked up from my dragon.

Silas Vance had arrived.

Even from across the room, he was unmistakable. Tall and trim, mid-forties, wearing a perfectly tailored charcoal suit that somehow managed to look both understated and impossibly expensive. Sharp cheekbones, sharp eyes, sharp focus. He radiated continue reading …