Page 21 of The Hollywood Billionaire's Fangirl Wife

Finally.

He had given this a lot of thought, and now that he had her where he wanted her—

Let the games begin.

Guy's burning gaze remained on Jillian as he ended his phone call with swift efficiency, and he saw her gulp as he rose to his feet.

"Hello, sweetheart."

The endearment hit Jilly like a caress, the huskiness of his tone reminding her of how he had once whispered—

Stop it, Jilly!

Guy could feel her struggling to keep her composure.

Good.

His gaze swept over her with lazy appreciation. Her nervousness was palpable, but so was her desire.

She wanted him.

He wanted her.

And soon, they would have each other.

But for now...

"I presume you got my address from Poppy?"

It was time to test just how big a liar she was.

Jilly's eyes widened when she realized what Guy was thinking.

Oh no.

Did he think she was here for personal reasons?

Was he simply expecting to meet his auditor...without knowing their name?

Jilly cleared her throat. "I, um, got it from s-someone else?"

Guy let his gaze narrow. "Only a few people know about this ranch."

Jilly could feel her hands starting to perspire. "I know. But before I answer that question, I thought I should..."

Apologize for blocking his number...right?

Even if she didn't want to.

There was no way out of that one.

Or was there...God?

Hello?

Are You still there, God?

The silence in her mind spoke volumes, and Jilly squirmed on her feet. "I just wanted to talk about the last time—"

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