Page 51 of Meet Jon, the Billionaire

“Are you a driver or a poet?” I laughed as we pulled into the marina lot. “Thanks, Joe. It’s been real.”

“Anytime, Amy.” He smiled at me as I exited, and I thought it was genuine.

Jonathon strode toward me down the dock, muscular legs on display in a pair of shorts. He came to me and without thinking about any of the awkwardness between us, I kissed him. Or he kissed me. It was kind of hard to tell.

I do know that his lips tasted so fucking good, I didn’t want to stop.

He pulled away first. “Hello.”

“Hello,” I said, laughing. He took my hand and led me down the dock.

“So,” he said as we approached his boat. “There’s something I want to talk to you about once we get on board.”

My heart skipped a beat. Did he have an ulterior motive for inviting me to his ship? Was this more than a simple date?

Oh no. What’s he going to tell me? That he’s secretly married? Or is he going to tell me that he’s just not interested in something long-term?

The anticipation, as they say, is akiller.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Jonathon

I felt Amelia stiffen up beside me. Her grip tightened on my hand as we walked toward where theComposite Superman—my yacht if you’re keeping score—was docked.

I knew that she was worried. Hell, you never want to hear ‘I want to talk to you about something’ from the person you’re dating, right? It usually doesn’t lead to anything good.

Unfortunately, that was precisely the case with me and Amelia. I didn’t have anything good to tell her. There was a chance she would slap my face, and tell me to go to hell, and I really couldn't fault her for that if she did.

“This one’s us.”

“Wow,” she said, whistling. “When a lot of guys say ‘yacht’, they mean something akin to the SS Minnow. This is very James Bondish.”

I chuckled. “Hardly. My big yacht’s docked on the west coast right now, but I have to admit, the smaller ones are more fun to pilot.”

“This is your smaller yacht?” Amelia shook her head and gave me a look. “The casualness with which you say that is… I’m not sure.”

“Cute?” I asked hopefully.

“Hmmm.” She gave me a grin. “I don’t know about that.”

I laughed and stepped up onto the deck before offering her a hand up. “Welcome aboard.”

“Hold up,” she said, taking my hand but not stepping up herself. She peered intently at the call letters on my ship, as well as the one-of-a-kind illustration on the hull. “Is your ship seriously called the Composite Superman? And what’s with this half and half freakshow?”

“That’s Composite Superman. He has the powers of both Batman and Superman, so he’s tougher than both of them put together… because he IS them put together.”

“I’m not sure if that’s how it works… and besides, Batman doesn’t have any powers.”

“Sure he does.”

“No, he doesn’t. He just has a bunch of gadgets and shit.”

“He’s rich. That counts as a superpower.”

Amelia favored me with her laugh. Her eyes squeezed shut and she just let the mirth roll out of her body. I loved her laugh so much.

“Sure, if you say so.”

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