Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Like a billionaire billionaire?” I ask, still stunned. “With a b?”
She nods. “With a capital B.”
I swallow hard, not knowing how to react. Does this change things? It shouldn’t change things, but does it?
“I… had no idea.”
“You didn’t Google him?”
“No, but that would have been a good idea.”
“You’re telling me you went away with a man for a week and didn’t even bother to do a little bit of research? Weren’t you scared of being murdered?”
“I told you, it was love at first sight. I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
She just stares at me trying to figure out if I’m a money-hungry scam artist or just an idiot. Unfortunately, it’s the latter.
The back door opens and Quinn comes into the kitchen with his father who’s talking about drill bits. Quinn’s face drops when he feels the tension hovering in the air. “What’s going on?”
“You’re a billionaire?” I ask, almost accusingly.
He steps back and puts his hands up. “I wasn’t aware that was a crime.”
“You could have told me!”
“Would it have made a difference in how you feel?”
“No… maybe… I don’t know.”
Willow is watching this whole interaction with interest. Mitch and Linda leave the room to give us some privacy, but Willow stays right where she is to watch this play out.
“You really didn’t know?” she says when she sees the range of emotions cycling through my face. I’m feeling all sorts of things—confusion, admiration, intimidation, disbelief, anger for some reason.
“No idea,” I say as I look at the cookie dough on the counter. “No one in my family has money, so the concept of having this much didn’t even occur to me. Billionaires are people in movies and on the news, not people you meet at the mall. What do you even do with a billion dollars? Is it in your chequing account?”
He laughs. “Not quite. And it’s six billion.”
“Six?” I grab onto the counter, feeling like I might faint.
“It’s okay,” Quinn says as he rubs my back. “It’s just money. It doesn’t change anything.”
I turn to him with watery eyes. “I’m not with you for that. I promise.”
His smile is so beautiful it makes me feel like I’m going to faint again. “I know.”
He kisses me and all those swirling emotions are replaced with euphoria. It doesn’t matter what’s in this man’s bank account, it’s what’s in his heart that I care about.
And what’s in his pants too if we’re being honest…
“I’m sorry,” Willow says, her face softening for the first time. “I was just being protective of my younger brother.”
“I understand. But I really didn’t know.”
“I believe you,” she says as Mitch and Linda return.
“Back to work,” Mitch says, pulling the trigger on his drill.
Quinn smiles warmly at me and then follows him out.
“I’ll help you with the dough,” Willow says, rolling her sleeves as she comes over. “Let’s put it in the fridge for a minute. It will make it easier to roll out.”
I take a breath of relief as the sister of the man I love helps me pick up the dough, wrap it in plastic wrap, and put it in the fridge. Her steely skeptical eyes have turned warm and she’s all smiles now.
I’m full of relief.
I don’t care about Quinn’s money. I just want his family to like me.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jemma
“What do you think of this?” Willow asks as she comes out of her bathroom in a sexy black cocktail dress. She spins around, showing it off.
“Can’t go wrong with a sexy black dress,” I say as she checks her hair in the mirror.
I’m sitting on her bed in her old room as she bites her bottom lip, not looking sure.
She’s meeting up with her high school friends and her old boyfriend Chris is going to be there. She told me that every Christmas season if they’re both single, they end up hooking up for the night. She’s hoping for the tradition to continue this year.
I’m hoping as well. Linda and Mitch are gone for the night. They’re staying at their friends’ house to celebrate the holidays and since there’s always a lot of wine, Schnapps, and Baileys involved, they brought sleepover bags.
If Willow gets lucky tonight, Quinn and I will have the whole house to ourselves. I’m dying to get this man alone. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Sleeping in the same bed has been torturous.
I keep thinking of the incredible feeling I had when his head was between my legs, his hot mouth on me, making me moan, making me scream. I shiver from the memory.
“Are you cold?” Willow asks as she walks over and turns up the heat.
“Thanks,” I say awkwardly, trying to keep my skin from flushing. “You should definitely wear that dress. One look at you in that thing and he’s going to buy a one-way ticket to Hawaii.”