Redeeming The Billionaire (The Sherbrookes of Newport Book 5)

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legs, perfectly shaped and toned. He suspected she exercised on a regular basis. Her waist was tiny and although she had her back to him now, he already had a mental picture of her breasts. Judging by the way her dress fit, they were lush and full but not ridiculously large.
    When they reached the elevator, he pushed the button. “Please dress casually tomorrow. Whatever you normally wear on the weekend,” he said as a way to break the silence. “I certainly won’t be wearing a tie.”
    Addie laughed, a sweet lyrical sound. “Then I might still be in my pj’s when you pick me up.”
    The image of the type of sleepwear worn by the women he usually spent time with popped up. While he had no doubt Addie would look fantastic in any of those outfits, he doubted those were the type of pj’s she wore. “Whatever works for you,” he answered as the elevator door opened and they stepped inside.
    “So where in Newport is your home? Is it on Bellevue Avenue?”
    Slowly the elevator began its descent and he leaned up against the glass wall. “No. It’s on Ocean Avenue. It was built—” The loud crack of lightning echoed through the elevator, cutting off Trent’s sentence just before the lights blinked and then went out.
    “Please tell me we’re not stuck.” Addison’s voice trembled from the other side of the glass elevator.
    He remembered her reaction to the storm in his office. “It shouldn’t take them long to get us going again.” Stepping forward, he picked up the emergency phone in the elevator wall. After a few seconds, a voice responded on the other end.
    “Security.”
    “This is Trent Sherbrooke. How long until the power is restored? I’m stuck in the elevator with a business associate.”
    “I’m not sure, Mr. Sherbrooke. The entire block is out. Maintenance is trying to contact the electric company. It may be a while.”
    “Bad news?” Addie asked when he hung up the phone. She stood near the back wall, her arms crossed just above her waist.
    “The whole block is out.” He placed his briefcase on the floor along with his suit jacket. In the distance he heard the hint of thunder or at least he assumed that was it. “They know we’re in here and are working on the problem.”
    “Last winter an ice storm took out all the power in the city. It took them days to get everyone up again,” she said with the barest hint of a catch in her voice.
    He’d spent the worst of the winter months in England working on a land acquisition project so he’d not been affected. “I’m sure it won’t take them that long to get us out.”
    “I’m sure you’re right,” Addie answered. Thanks to the security lights in the elevator he could see her face and her facial expression revealed her true feelings on the matter.
    In a few short steps he crossed to her. “Like I was saying, my house was built in 1911 for Madeline Curran. Her father made his fortune in the shipping business and the house was a wedding present to her,” he explained as a way to distract her.
    Outside, a streak of lightning lit up the sky, followed soon after by a distant clap of thunder.
    “Sounds like the storm is moving away.” Addie moved next to him, her arm bumping up against his.
    “Counting the seconds between the flash and the sound? I do that sometimes, too.”
    “Knowing how close or far away it is helps,” she said. “Too bad it hasn’t rained yet. We could use it. My mom has complained all summer about her grass not getting enough water. She’s a bit obsessed with her yard. She loves to garden. Her roses are her pride and joy.”
    Trent latched onto the everyday topic. “What about you? Do you enjoy gardening as well?”
    “I kill everything I try to grow. I once even managed to kill a cactus,” she said with a hint of humor in her voice.
    He looked over at her profile. “How did you manage that? I thought those were easy.” Plants weren’t his thing, although he knew a great deal about them thanks to his mom.

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