Page 17 of Billionaire's Frenemy

“Do what?” Kathy asked.

“That boss shit,” I said. “You know I hate that.”

“She still calls Luke and Fray Mr. Cassel,” Willow said with a laugh.

“How do you know that?” I asked.

“Not all of us abandoned our high school friends when we became gazillionaires, doofus,” Willow shot back. “We all graduated together, and a lot of us keep in touch.”

“It’s nice to see you guys getting along?” Kathy said, her tone making it more of a question than a statement. “Can I get you two anything?”

“Ms. Tate is starving,” I informed her. “What do we have on board?”

“Pantry is fully stocked, sir,” Kathy said, giving me a mocking salute. “I can cook you something, or there’s everything to make sandwiches and I can make something a little heavier for dinner.”

“How long into the flight are we?” I asked, looking at Willow.

“Only about six hours,” she answered with a shrug. “A sandwich sounds awesome,” she told Kathy.

“Same,” I said.

Kathy nodded and bustled off to the galley.

I turned back to Willow and grinned at her. “You actually pulled this off?”

“You did,” she corrected me. “You made the flight plans. I just packed a bag.”

“Fuck,” I groused. “I don’t have anything with me, do I?”

“Nope,” she said cheerily.

“You’re very pleased with yourself right now, aren’t you?”

“Yup!”

“You’re the devil.” I pulled her face to mine and kissed her softly.

“Probably,” she agreed breathlessly.

Kathy returned with lunch, and I had to move to my own seat again, so we could eat. The ladies caught up while I texted Luke to let him know I’d be out of the office for a while.

Luke:Fair warning, dude, Mom’s on the warpath. Don’t get married while you’re away.

Me:I can handle Mom.

Luke:You can barely handle Willow. Trust me on this. She’s trying to get Dad to fire me.

Like that would happen. Our father was very happily retired and glad for Luke guiding the company now.

Me:Sweet! Can I have your office?

Luke:Fuck off. Have fun. Don’t get married.

“Texting your girlfriend?” Willow teased when Kathy went back to the cockpit.

“You’re not cute,” I told her, rolling my eyes. “Luke was just warning me that we’d better not get married while we’re gone.”

“Good thing we don’t have to worry about that,” she said.

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