Page 24 of The Hollywood Billionaire's Fangirl Wife

Jilly:Well, 73% of women who dump actors are usually practical types who overthink everything.

Jack:Overthinking is a statistical waste of cognitive resources.

Jilly:Tell me about it.

“DON’T LAUGH, BUT I’Mhere as your private auditor.”

They were sitting with proper professional distance between them now, Guy behind his desk, and her in the visitor’s chair trying not to think they were roleplaying 50 Shades.

Jilly’s gaze drifted nervously around his office, taking in details she had been too flustered to notice earlier. Was that a signed script from his breakthrough role propped against thebookshelf? And those crystal paperweights on his desk...didn't they look like—

Stop distracting yourself with fangirling thoughts, Jilly!

She forced herself to meet his gaze again, which was still worryingly unreadable. "If you'd, um, like to see my reference—”

Guy cut her off, saying solemnly, "It's fine. I figured that part out just before I tasted—”

She made a strangled sound of protest, unable to believe he would...oh my goodness, how could he even...

All Jilly could do was look at him pleadingly. "Can we—" Oh gosh, why did she keep ending up in homes that had malfunctioning A/Cs? "Can we, um, just not talk about that?"

"On one condition."

She looked at him in dismay.

"I want to know why you stopped me earlier."

Another squeak of distress escaped her, but Guy's handsome face remained uncompromisingly hard.

"This isn't appropriate—"

"I think we're long past what's appropriate."

Aaargh.

She squirmed in her seat. "I already told you—"

“There must be something else."

Jilly was thrown off by the sharpness in his tone. "There's none."

Bullshit,Guy thought.

"I don't know what else I can tell you," Jilly said helplessly. "That's all there is to it. My faith. It's even..."

His gaze narrowed. "Even what?"

Oh, here goes nothing...

"It's why I blocked your number..." Jilly knew it was cowardly of her, but she couldn't help avoiding his gaze as she gloomily admitted the truth. "I've never even been kissed before. Or tempted to...you know. But...you...betrayed..."

Guy could not remember being this...hell,he didn't even know how to describe what her damn confession had him feeling.

Was Jillian saying that she had found him so irresistible...she had ended up betraying a certain idiot named Jack, and it was why her so-called faith had her squirming in guilt?

Was this her way of telling him, in not so many words, that while her body wanted him, her stupid heart chose an equally stupid Jack?

Guy's fists clenched as an image flashed in his mind, and it was of that idiot with wire-rimmed glasses realizing he was a man of passion...the moment he found himself alone with an unconsciously seductive Jillian.

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