Page 10 of Meet Jon, the Billionaire

A tall, leanly muscled man approached my car. Muscles played on his long limbs as he strode across the parking lot. His eyes were bluer than the sky and deeper than the ocean. Sensual lips perched below a broad nose that gave him a masculine, almost primal type charm.

“Flash, come on!” He tucked his tennis racket under his arm and thrust two fingers in his mouth to let out a shrill whistle. The dog woofed, then stood up and joined his master.

“Sorry about that,” he said as I parked the car at last.

“No problem—I’m just glad that I didn’t run him over.” I got out of the car and looked up at his almost too pretty face. “Are you here for the tournament, too?”

“Me? No… I just happen to be a salesman of very ineffectual fly swatters.” He examined his tennis racket and I laughed. Damn, hot and funny too. I felt a twinge between my legs that I hadn’t experienced in far too long.

“Okay, stupid question.” I gestured at Flash. “I take it you were going to drop Flash off at the doggy sitter station?”

“Yes, I was, but then he ran away from me like a bad boy.” Despite his recrimination, the man bent over and stroked the basset hound’s flank vigorously. The dog groaned and leaned into the rub.

His gaze ran up and down my body when he thought I wasn’t looking. He lingered on my legs. Well, my skirt was a tennis skirt, and therefore pretty short. I hoped that he liked what he saw. He sure stared long and hard enough.

He stood up and offered his hand for a shake. “I’m Jonathon, by the way.”

“Amelia, but for God’s sake, don’t call me that. It’s Amy.”

“Amy, then,” he said with a smile. He looked at the racket in my hand. “I would venture to guess that you’re here for the tournament.”

“Me? No, I thought this was a very messy spaghetti strainer.”

He chuckled obligingly. “So, Amy, at the risk of seeming forward, do you have a partner for the doubles tournament?”

“No,” I said, feeling my heart jump in my chest.

“Well,” he smiled, and it was dazzling. I meandazzling. “You do now.”

Chapter Six

Amelia

Well, the last thing I’d expected to find at the tournament was a man as charming, not to mention stunning, as Jonathon.

“So, do you like dogs?” He asked as we walked across the lot toward the doggie day care provided generously by the country club.

“I like dogs just fine—I wish my building allowed us to have them. I have a cat, though.”

“A couple of guys at work have cats because they think they’re easy to take care of.”

“Ha! They wouldn’t think that if they had the spawn of Satan I do at home.”

We reached the doggie daycare, and he looked at me, brows climbing high on his forehead. “Can I ask you a favor?”

“What’s that?”

“Sometimes it’s hard for me to get Flash to stay in the daycare when I leave. I have to kind of stand there and watch him play for a little bit and then sneak off. Otherwise, he’ll just stand by the gate and howl until I get back.”

“I’m following you so far.”

“Right. So would you mind signing us up for the tournament? I’d like to get checked in as soon as possible. I hear they have one heck of a catered buffet.”

I couldn’t keep a smile off my face. It’s always good to hear compliments like that for one’s business.

“I’ll be your huckleberry.”

“What?” He frowned.

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