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

raised one eyebrow—”you think I don’t fit the vibe here at Table Nineteen?”

Caleb’s face transformed from pale to a blotchy, mortified crimson that clashed badly with his boutonniere.

“No, no, sir. Of course not. Please, sit wherever you’d like. Enjoy!” His hands fluttered uselessly in front of him like confused birds. “I’ll just… I’ll be… over there.continue reading …