Page 19 of The Hollywood Billionaire's Fangirl Wife

You're on my side.

Right?

The answer to this came to her the next day, with Genesis knocking on her office door at Luntian, and an expression on his face that she found surprisingly difficult to read. It seemed he was part excited, part scared, part...oh, wait. Maybe he just had a bad stomach? There was a 25% chance for that to happen since her boss loved having coffee on an empty stomach.

"I have a special assignment for you," her fifty-something boss announced after settling into the seat across her desk. "

So not diarrhea after all,Jilly thought absently.

"What do you think about handling our first ever private audit for a seven-digit client?"

Jilly's heart raced. That...that was like telling a shopaholic she had just won a credit card with unlimited swipes, zero interest, and a buy-now-pay-three-years-later program!

"You'll need to sign an NDA though," Mr. Camp cautioned. "You know how billionaires are about privacy."

"Not going to be a problem," Jilly quickly assured her boss.

"You'll be working at their preferred hours and location."

"I have zero social life except with my babies. Not gonna be a problem."

"Then, I guess there's nothing to say, but...congratulations," her boss said with a grin. "Go on and head to HR and sign your new contract."

Jilly found herself actually fighting the urge to skip and dance her way to HR. Oh, how wonderful, so, so wonderful this new challenge was! This is exactly what she needed to forget—

Guy. De. La. Rocq.

Leah from H.R. looked at her in concern. "Is anything the matter?"

Jilly swallowed hard.

Guy was her billionaire client?

She picked her pen and struggled to keep her hand from shaking as she signed her name on the dotted line.

Oh Heavenly Father, I hear You loud and clear.

But...what next?

How was she supposed to work professionally with a man who...

Don't think about it.

Don't think about how his hands felt against your skin, how his mouth...

Don't!

Chapter Seven

Jack:You’re behind schedule.

Jilly:So are you! You still owe me five comfort calls!

JILLY WANTED TO BEprofessional. She truly did. But how could she when everywhere she looked, her every prediction about Guy de la Rocq was being confirmed?

Of all of his fans, she was theonlyone (in her official statement as the anonymous president of the Secret International Alliance of Supporters of Guy de la Rocq, naturally) to suggest that...

Drumrolls, please!

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