Page 52 of Fixer for the Billionaire

I chuckle, relieved to have shared this with someone. "Yeah, it's all still kind of new and unexpected, but... I'm excited to see where things go."

"'Excited' is not even the right word,” Freddie gushes. “You've managed to get the most 'un-gettable' Anderson. A man who has been photographed with duchesses and supermodels and, hell, flame-throwers is crazy about you."

I start to smile, then I realize...Freddie is right. I can see the headlines now if it ever came out.

"International Billionaire and Playboy Falls for Local Spaghetti-Stained Workaholic."

The man has had his pick of beautiful women. He could have anyone he wanted. Yet here he is, pursuing me.

And, for now, that pursuit is mainly physical. We haven't even "properly consummated" our whatever-ship, and yet, I'm already obsessing over seeing him, like a schoolgirl.

The thought makes my throat go dry.

I tighten my grip on the purse slung over my shoulder, keeping my eyes on the horizon. "Saying Quentin is 'crazy about me' seems a little extreme. Let's just say we're both enjoying each other's company for now."

Freddie rolls her eyes. "Yeah, because when a man books a private jet and sends a driver for you, your employee, and two little sisters with a bouquet of flowers on the seat, it means he's just 'enjoying your company.' You wanna know what I think?"

I raise a brow. "Freddie, I think you're going to tell me no matter what I say."

She grins at me, staring boldly. "I think that means he's?—"

"Good morning, ladies." A deep voice interrupts us.

We both snap our heads around to see Quentin standing behind us, a small smirk on his face as he looks between the two of us. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and tailored suit sans tie, he looks every bit the powerful businessman that he is. His sandy-golden hair is perfectly styled, his jawline sharp and defined. And those piercing green eyes are locked on me.

"Good morning," I murmur, feeling my cheeks grow warm under his gaze.

Freddie smirks at me before turning to Quentin with a sly smile. "Oh, good morning to you, Mr. Anderson."

"Sorry to interrupt," Quentin says smoothly, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer before turning to Freddie. "I just wanted to check in, make sure you all have everything you need for the day."

"Everything is perfect, thank you," Freddie replies.

Quentin nods, then turns to me. "And how are you, Miss Sanchez?"

I can feel my heart racing as I meet his gaze. "I'm good, thank you. Just enjoying the view."

He chuckles, a deep and melodic sound that sends shivers down my spine. "I'm glad. The captain says we'll be boarding in about twenty minutes."

I nod as he turns away and gazes towards the private jet sitting sleek and shiny on the tarmac. As for me, my eyes are locked on him as he turns and greets Gabi and Val, who are thrilled to see him. My chest tightens as they hug and chat with Quentin, laughing at something he says.

I know what they see when they look at him. What everyone sees when they look at him.

He's handsome, that's undeniable. And there's an air of confidence and power around him that only adds to his attractiveness. But it's more than just his physical appearance or status.

The way he cradled that hurt cat in the alley. The way he notices the small details and makes sure I have everything I need. The way he asks my opinion and actually values it.

There's a depth to Quentin Anderson that he hides beneath that 'I-don't-give-a-damn' veneer. It's as if he purposely pretends not to care when really, he cares deeply.

It's something I've yet to understand—something that's been tapping on my subconscious more and more lately.

But before I can continue my train of thought, Freddie's hand is on my shoulder and her voice pulls me back to reality. "Enjoying the view, huh? I bet you are."

I roll my eyes at her teasing. "Shut up, Freddie."

She chuckles and releases me, heading towards Val and Gabi. But before she's even a few paces away, Quentin is standing in front of me again.

"Are you ready to board?" he asks, his tone low and serious.

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