Page 66 of Who Needs a Billionaire

“Oh. Can you sit with me for a while?” She nodded toward the chair across the desk from her.

He smiled. “Sure.” He reached over and snatched a fry as he took a seat.

“Hey!”

He chuckled as he chewed it up. “You left early.”

Her pulse stuttered because of the real reason. “I wanted to get some things done before we leave for Montana. What time is our flight out tomorrow?”

“Seven a.m.”

“And a layover in Denver, right?”

“For a couple hours, yeah.” He stole another fry, and she smacked at his hand, missing it at the last second. “We’ll get to Kalispell before two. I forwarded the itinerary to Bash, but he never replied. I hope we won’t be stuck at the airport with no ride to their place.”

“I sent it to Genevieve too, and she said someone will be there to pick us up.”

He was silent for a moment. “Good.”

“Can I talk to you about … last night?” She really didn’t want to bring this up, but something was telling her they needed to clear the air.

“What about it?”

“When we get to your brother’s place, I think we should keep the kissing to a minimum. I know we’re newlyweds and everything, so I get that we have to show affection, but I would prefer if the kisses were a little … shorter and more …”

“Boring,” he said with a wink.

She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. “Maybe don’t go at me like you’re going to stick your tongue down my throat.”

He laughed. “You’re no fun.”

“I’m serious, Gus. I felt a little uncomfortable after the kiss last night.”

His expression turned from playful to concerned. “You did?”

She nodded, not wanting to elaborate.

“I’m sorry.” He looked wounded. “I never wanted to make you feel that way.”

“I know. And I know you were just trying to get rid of the paparazzi.”

“I was.” He took her hand in his. “And I promise, I won’t suggest anything like that again. And when we’re at the wedding, we’ll keep the PDA to a minimum.”

“Thank you.” She felt a flash of disappointment that he’d said that, but it was best if she nipped this in the bud before they got further into this charade.

If she had elaborated, she would’ve had to admit that their kiss had stirred up unexpected feelings within her, and the last thing she wanted was to fall for her fake husband.

“I’m gonna let you get back to work.” Gus stood and walked toward the door.

She glanced up when she noticed he had stopped.

He reached into his jacket pocket as he returned to her desk, laying an envelope on the surface.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a week late, but happy one month anniversary.”

She looked up at his smiling face. “You got me something? I didn’t know gifts for one month of marriage were a thing.”

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