Hot Billionaire Shopped: So Hot Billionaires, #24

By Melody Love

Wyatt Shepard is a marketing giant whose about to land his biggest client yet. He doesn't want any distractions from landing the client, so he puts out an ad to hire a personal shopper to do everything for him. 

 

Zoe Ward is a single mom who needs extra money so that she can move out of her parent's basement. Her ex-fiancé Josh is a handy man who had an affair with her best friend Casey. Despite the affair, Zoe and Josh have a good relationship for their daughter Macy, but Zoe and Casey's relationship fell apart. She applies for Wyatt's personal shopper position and lands the job on the spot. Everything seems to be going perfectly, until they start falling for each other.

 

Wyatt realizes he is about ready to lose his client when he can't come up with an idea that they like, but is Zoe more of a team player than just being his personal shopping assistant? 

 

Will Wyatt be able to buy Zoe's love or will he spend it all on his business?

• Language: English
• Publisher: DM
• Release date: May 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393414636

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HOT BILLIONAIRE SHOPPED

By Melody Love

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2020 Melody Love

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Chapter One

Wyatt

I hunched over my laptop at my desk with my fingers furiously tapping away at the keys. The clacking sound of the keyboard bounced off the walls and returned to my ears, reminding me that the Bach Cello Suites album I had playing in the background had long since ended.

I hummed and licked my lips with concentration.

Everything relies on this client, I reflected. As successful as we have been in recent years, landing this huge client could be pivotal.

The letter that unfolded on the screen outlined to my potential client—Mr. Harvey Deaton of Deaton Enterprises—how our marketing strategies could change the life of his business. I had drawn up several examples of where his sales may go in the next few years, expanding all the way up to the ten-year mark. It was a typical strategy that I had done a million times or more, yet it had my knees shaking and my shoulders aching.

When I finished typing the email and attached all the necessary documents, I sent it away into the universe, aimed at Mr. Deaton. I folded my hands on my desk. Now that the clicking had stopped, I could hear the clock ticking above the door. It noted the passing seconds that I had spent huddled over my laptop where I had been working for some hours now.

I sighed.

I hope he takes the bait. I pride myself on owning and running an honest business. Our prices are fair and reflect the value of the market. I feel like I've done all the right things. So, why isn't he taking to us as quickly as others?

I scratched at my neck, feeling antsy. I wasn't typically stressed out about new clients. In fact, I was hardly stressed at all. But something about Mr. Deaton put me on edge. My reaction had little to do with him as a person and more to do with the situation as a whole. I had plenty of money, sure, but this sort of connection would amplify my business.

My boss would be able to give us more. We could even get raises all around. I'll do just about anything so my co-workers can be happy. Happy workers make a happy company.

I frowned.

But what would make me happy?

I ran my fingers through my short brown hair, feeling the length of it. I needed a haircut. I needed to run by the mall later and grab new gym clothes. I had to place an order for dinner at La Fiesta where I frequently purchased my meals. Given that the restaurant was in the same parking lot as the mall, it was convenient for me to drop by. And then, I had to pick up my groceries after my trip to the mall.

I glanced at the clock sitting above the door.

I huffed.

I had plenty more business to accomplish. There were a pile of emails sitting in my inbox—more than usual—and I still needed to handle Mr. Deaton's account should he accept my offer. If I had to barter back and forth on deals, I was willing to do so. But I knew that would take time.

I cleared my throat and loosened my tie as I pressed the button on the intercom speaker sitting on the left corner of my desk.

Barbara?

The speaker hissed with static.

I frowned at it, tapping the speaker to clear it up.

Yes, sir? she replied.

Could you block off my afternoon? I can't take any calls at the moment. Also, cancel my afternoon meetings. I'm overwhelmed today.

"Very well, Mr. Shephard. Should I put an ad for you in the Wooster Times to seek a personal assistant?"

I sighed. Why would you do that, Barbara?

Because you need help, sir.

I don't need help. I just need to manage my time better.

She chuckled. That's what personal assistants can help with.

That's what a calendar is for, Barbara.

It's just something to consider. You've been stressed more than usual lately.

I took a breath.

She's right about that.

I shook the thought away and leaned forward. Just block off my afternoon, Barbara. That will be all.

Think about what takes the most time out of your schedule and be open to the idea that someone could manage that while you're working. It would make life easier.

Noted.

I shut off the speaker, cutting out the white noise that came through while it was on. I lifted it from my desk to inspect it, tapping the top of it again.

Useless thing, I muttered. I ought to buy a new set. It's about that time. I'll order that now so it's handled for the day.

I hummed while opening a new web page on my laptop. I went to the business supplies site I frequented and added two new intercoms to my cart. When I placed the order, I sat back and rested my hands behind my head, smiling.

That's one thing done.

I glanced at the list on my calendar sitting to the right of my laptop. A sigh took me over. I still had a million more things to do. I perused the list and crossed out each item that I had accomplished, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders with each accomplished task. And although I had completed a great deal, I was left with a hollow sensation by the end of the list.

I tapped my pen against the page.

I could use help organizing my schedule. If Barbara would help me with my calendar, I'm sure I could capitalize my time. Between working here, meeting clients, and working out, it's a wonder I have any time to eat.

There was something appealing about sending someone out to do my errands. I mean, I could certainly afford it. And with a client as big as Deaton Enterprises, I could afford to find someone who would exceed my expectations. It would all depend on this client. I had to wait to see if the big fish would take to the net I had placed in my pond.

If it wasn't so stressful... I shook my head. No pain, no gain. That's what we have said from the beginning. That's what Ben always says.

* * *

Evening had arrived sooner than I had anticipated. I was shuffling through mall foot traffic, gliding between strollers, couples, and families that had decided to take an evening walk. I wandered into the locally-run gym store and immediately went to the display of shorts. I had already worn through the ones I owned. Most of my gym clothes were worn out at this point, having not been replaced in years.

I plucked a pair of navy-blue shorts from the display and hung them over my arm, turning to locate the sleeveless shirts. I grabbed two medium sizes and draped them over the shorts. I stood next to the clearance rack for a second, digging through some of the items on sale.

When I felt satisfied with my choices, I took my clothes to the checkout desk and paid for them with cash. I didn't say much to the clerk. I wasn't in a chatty mood, which was particularly unusual for me. This stress was creeping under my skin. It made me feel out of control, unable to cope with the oncoming tides of business. And that was strange—I was more than equipped to handle the way my business ebbed and flowed. Ben helped with that.

So, why did I feel overwhelmed?

I smiled as best I could at the clerk as I accepted my bag of clothes. I made my way out of the store and followed a group of people who were heading in the same direction. I listened to the scuffle of shoes, the random pieces of conversation, the overarching laughter, and the music playing through the mall speakers. Everything came together in a great white noise that blanketed me like the wind that whipped along the east coast.

I came upon the exit doors and wandered out into the warm night, checking the numbers of the signs to find my Mercedes. I unlocked it with my key fob and tossed my bag of clothes in the back. As I slipped into the driver's seat, I felt the day collapse upon my shoulders. I shrugged my shoulders, attempting to shake some of the weight.

I thought I had gotten rid of this earlier. I suppose I'm still worried about this client and what could happen as a result.

I rarely, if ever, lost a deal with a client. My running streak was so successful that I made my reflection jealous. But I wasn't prideful about it. I did my best to keep my head level and my ego in check. A rampant ego would bring down any business, even a small one. I knew that personally from watching friends run their precious gems into the ground because of their pride.

And I knew better.

But I also knew I was excellent at closing deals.

I turned on my car after a moment of silence and maneuvered through the mall parking lot. I drove slowly, carefully, minding my mirrors and the people who were walking about. I pulled up to La Fiesta and took one of the to-go spots, rolling down my window as I kept the car running.

Within seconds, a short woman wearing a green apron exited the side door with a white bag. She handed it to me through the window.

Good to see you again, Mr. Shephard! she said as I accepted the bag. Are you ordering again tomorrow?

That's very likely, Mariana.

Well, we look forward to it.

Thank you. Tell Miguel that he did a great job on my last order!

She raised a hand of gratitude as she went back to the door. I'll tell him!

I smiled and waved. After rolling up my window, I set my order in the seat next to me and tightened my seat belt over my lap. I carefully backed out of the parking space and left the parking lot, taking a left at the light to head back to my house.

The car was quiet. I glanced at the clock on the dashboard and sighed wearily.

It's not even 8:00 PM and it already feels like midnight.

I was exhausted. I held the wheel loosely as I fought to keep my eyelids open. It was dangerous to drive so tired, but I had to get things done. I made my way up the main road toward the grocery store, maneuvering through the parking lot toward the pick-up spaces. I parked in an orange space and leaned against the wheel.

Okay, Barbara was right—I do need a personal assistant.

A knock came from the window, rousing me from my position. I smiled at the grocery store worker who was waiting patiently with my cart of groceries. I opened the car door and stepped out, nodding sleepily as I accepted the digital pad to sign. He helped me pile the backseat with groceries and I wished him a good evening before hopping back into my car.

I flipped around in the driver's seat. I shuffled through some of the bags until I located what I wanted: an energy drink. I popped it open and tipped it back, sighing when I set it in the center cup holder.

Onward, I whispered. Maybe if I make it home in one piece, I'll email Barbara about finding an assistant.

Chapter Two

Zoe

I ascended the stairs while gripping the bannister, taking a breath as I stepped out into the kitchen. I approached the kitchen table where my daughter sat with a coloring book and crayons. I kissed her cheek.

Hey, Macy Bear, I greeted. What have you got here?

I'm making the bears green.

I smiled warmly. You sure are making them green. What's that on his head?

"That's his hat. He's Mister Bear. He needs a hat."

I love it. He looks very stylish.

She rested her head on my shoulder. Are you going to work?

I am, sweetie. Grandma Joanna is going to hang out with you this morning while I'm there, so be sure to listen to her instructions, okay?

Okay, Mommy.

I hugged her tight and kissed her head as she wrapped her little arms around me. I sighed into her. Nothing brought me more joy than the love I received from my daughter.

Good morning, my mother said behind me. Did you sleep well?

Actually, I did. The basement is pretty quiet.

Good thing I renovated it.

I chuckled. A very good thing. It's cozy down there.

No leaks? I've been meaning to check. Your father keeps forgetting.

Nope, I haven't seen any leaks, but I'll let you know.

She nodded. Excellent.

Thank you for watching Macy today, Mom. I guess I should consider it part of the perks of living in your basement!

She guffawed. I love spending time with my granddaughter! She's a saint.

I eyed her suspiciously which caused her to laugh even more.

What? Macy asked. What's so funny?

I shook my head. I'll tell you when you're older, darling.

Have a good day at work, dear, my mother said while embracing me. She added in a whisper, And be nice to yourself. I know how hard this breakup has been on you.

I smiled warmly. Thanks, Mom.

I gave Macy another kiss before heading to the door. I walked out to the driveway where I unlocked my car and set my purse in the passenger seat. The car smelled like chicken nuggets. I chuckled to myself as I shook my head, recalling that I had taken Macy out for a treat after school on Friday.

She loves those nuggets, I said to myself as I started the car. But it smells like she might have dropped one back there.

I backed out of the driveway and headed toward the main road near the mall. I went through a few lights before making a right, pulling into Wooster First Financial. I took the first space available. I fixed my hair in the rear-view mirror, rustling it to give it more dimension. I touched up my matte lipstick and checked my teeth, then stepped out of my car with my purse. I walked confidently up to the entrance of the bank.

When I walked in, I was greeted by a chorus of voices. I smiled at the desk attendant, Stacy, and breezed past her to get to the break room. I grabbed the carafe from the coffee maker and poured myself a heaping cup. I sighed as I turned around.

Hey, Jill, I said. Didn't see you there.

My new shoes give me stealth.

I chuckled. I can see that. Is everything running smoothly this morning?

Yep, all the money has been distributed to the tills. We're on drive-through duty today.

Oh, fun.

She laughed. Don't get too excited. How's the little one?

She's doing great today. My mother is watching her. I'm glad I don't have to hire a sitter on Saturdays when I come in. And it's easier during the week to cart her to and from school with my hours.

Oh, I bet.

I nodded. I'm grateful to be able to be present with her, especially during her piano lessons.

Training her early, eh?

She's taken to it quite well.

I'd love to hear her play sometime!

I smiled. That would be nice! She loves showing us what she's learned. I swear, she'll be playing Chopin in no time.

You're going to have a genius for a daughter. She helped me count some money the last time she was here and did such a great job. She must be excelling in school.

Her teacher says she's doing well. She makes me proud. I'm glad to see this whole breakup hasn't been too hard on her.

She nodded. She's a resilient kid. And you're not on bad terms with her father, right? I remember you saying something like that.

No, Josh and I did well to patch up our relationship so we could be good for Macy. I still get upset about what happened, but I don't direct it at anyone in particular.

"Well, that energy needs to go somewhere."

It goes here—into my work.

Don't yell at the customers.

I laughed. You know, sometimes, I wish I could.

You're a trip, Zoe. Are you ready to get to it?

In a minute. I'm enjoying this coffee.

Who brewed it?

I shrugged. Probably Lorenzo. No one else makes it this strong. I prefer it this way, too.

I'll have to grab a cup in that case.

She went to the coffee maker and poured the hot liquid into a fresh mug. As she added cream and sugar, I sat down at the table in the middle of the break room.

I sighed as I played with my hair. You’re sure this isn't too short?

Honey, you look amazing. Every single mom needs to have a good look. How else are you going to make your ex-fiancé jealous?

I mean, that wouldn't be the goal.

What happened with the new girl? Is she still with him?

I shrugged. As far as I know, Casey is still dating Josh.

That must be hard.

Thanks for bringing it up.

She sat across from me wearing a mournful expression. I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to stir up the bad blood. I'm too nosy for my own good sometimes. My mother says I get my big nose from her.

I laughed. I mean, it's quite a scoop.

"It could be a headline: Boyfriend Sleeps with Best Friend. I could see it in the Wooster Times."

I could write the article. Hell, I could shed a lot of light on that situation.

Well, I'm still sorry to bring it up. Are you ready to distract yourself with some work?

I nodded. Yes, ma'am.

She smiled and nodded toward the door. I followed her with my mug of coffee, unwilling to let it go. Drive-through duty was straight-forward. It was the same kind of tasks as the desk teller would have. Luckily, we would have our own private booth where we could talk and laugh the day away in between running money from the till to the vault.

I sat in my desk chair and got cozy. I signed into the desktop computer sitting near the window and smiled at the first car that pulled up. I grabbed my headset and put it on, fixing my hair around the it. I checked my reflection in the mirror near the computer.

Jill smiled at me in the mirror. You look great. Is he cute?

I don't know. I wasn't looking good for our guest.

I mean, if that's what you say, I believe you.

I smirked at her and then rolled my eyes, turning to the car that pulled up. The woman rolled down the window and reached for one of the tubes that was sent through the chutes. She filled out a sheet, added money to the envelope, and then popped both into the tube. She sent the tube through the chute and it reached my station where I gathered her deposit and entered it into the system. I dropped the money into the till, filled out a receipt, and sent it to her.

Have a lovely day, ma'am!

She smiled and waved as she pulled away from the station.

I propped my chin into my hand. Another car pulled through that Jill took for me. It gave me time to gaze into the distance with my usual pensive stare. I didn't mean to get lost in my thoughts, but recent events had made me reflect on my entire life.

What am I going to do now that I live with my mother? I frowned. And who is going to date a single mother who still lives with her mother?

Another car pulled into the first lane. I smiled at the window of the car and fixed my headset, waiting for them to ask for assistance. When the window rolled down, my heart leaped into my throat.

It was Casey.

She gave me a weary smile as she reached for the tube. I kept my grin professional, waiting for her to send me her request. I received the tube and pulled out the withdrawal request.

Just a moment, ma'am, I said through the speaker. I'll get your request processed in a few short seconds.

Thanks, Zoe. Take your time.

I fulfilled her request as quickly as my fingers would allow. My heart was racing by the time I gathered the appropriate money from the till and placed it in a neat envelope for the tube. I tucked the envelope into the tube and sent it through the chute, listening to my blood pumping loudly in my ears.

I'll see you around? Casey asked.

Sure! Have a great day, Casey.

She gave me another weary smile and then drove off, taking most of my panic with her.

I removed my headset. God, that was intense.

You're telling me, Jill commented. She turned her chair to face me. Are you okay?

Well, I'm trying to be. It feels like she's been following me everywhere.

What makes you say that?

I shrugged and dropped my head into my hands. I don't know. Maybe I'm crazy.

"No, you're not crazy—you're concerned. There's a huge difference. And from that interaction, from the way she looked at you, I get the vibe she's been keeping tabs on you."

I saw her in the salon I frequent. I mean, she doesn't even get her nails done, yet she was there.

Yeah, that's weird.

I raised my head from my hands and shook my head. I also saw her at the market the other week. I wasn't sure she ever went there before, but I can't remember.

I mean, you two were best friends, right? You must have gone shopping together.

I took her there a few times, but she never went by herself. Not to my knowledge.

She hummed. That's so strange.

I think she's just trying to make sure Josh and I don't get back together.

Wow, do you think it's because she's upset that you two are friends?

I gave her a funny look. I wouldn't call us friends.

For lack of a better term—Work with me here, Zoe.

I mean, sure. I guess she might be upset over that. But I don't know why. Macy needs both of her parents in her life. And after that breakup, we wanted her to be assured that it had nothing to do with her, you know?

Of course. Kids are so sensitive to their parents breaking up. I can't imagine how difficult it must have been to even approach that conversation.

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. She took it pretty well. We helped her understand that Daddy and Mommy couldn't live together anymore. Thank God we weren't married. That would have been a troublesome legal battle.

And traumatizing.

Absolutely.

She hummed thoughtfully. Well, if she is keeping tabs on you, she must realize you and Josh haven't been trying to see each other secretly. That would be my gathering. I don't see you even showing interest in that man anymore.

Because I'm not interested. He ruined that when I found out he had slept with Casey.

I still can't believe your own best friend did that to you.

I rubbed the back of my neck. Yeah, same.

"Well, you're better off