Page 5 of The Hollywood Billionaire's Fangirl Wife

It wasnotan innuendo, after all...since one look at Poppy's friend, and Guy knew right away she was the kind of woman he would enjoycorrupting ruiningeducating...about the birds and the bees.

Short blond hair with tousled waves that were still slightly wet from the shower. Jade-green eyes that were now wide with shock behind her grandmother-style glasses. An oversized blazer over her silk blouse and linen slacks. And when she finally spoke—

"Sir?"

Guy was extremely tempted to read that as an invitation to play master-and-servant. But since the way she croaked the word out did hint of genuine nervousness—

"Jillian Kitt?"

He decided to play the gentleman, and what do you know?

His no-longer-blind date looked as if she was now ready to swoon, just like a Victorian lady would.

"Am I too early?" he asked politely.

Her mouth opened and closed, reminding him of a goldfish. A rather attractive goldfish, if such a thing existed.

"I said I'd be here ten minutes to eight."

"Y-You're thepet sitter?"

"Indeed I am," Guy confirmed without missing a beat. Contrary to what the minority online had to say, he didnotwin an Oscar on the strength of his looks alone. But more importantly than that—

Well played, Mrs. Rossfield.

When Poppy had briefly excused herself to go to the ladies that night, Valerian had told Guy to 'brace himself'.

No man's cynicism is a match for my wife's enthusiasm.

And indeed that was true, since never in Guy's life had he imagined he would willingly play the role of a 'pet sitter' if that was what it took to claim the woman he instantly desired.

"I, um..."

His date's hesitation was evident, and any man with a conscience would have likely asked her what was wrong and give her a chance to back out.

But since being a gentleman was simply a role he played and not his true self...

"Poppy was very clear about me being of service." It was a complete lie, of course, but he had always been a great believer of the ends justifying the means. "And since I owe her husband a favor..."

"I see..."

The words had her chewing on her lip, and Guy found himself thinking about certain parts of him that she was very much welcomed to chew.

How refreshing it was, Guy mused, to want a woman this badly and be intrigued by her at the same time. He couldn't even recall the last time he had dated a woman that fit the same description. Perhaps never?

"The thing is..."

Realizing that she was about to turn him down, Guy didn't hesitate to smile—the exact same smile that had earned him nearly a billion dollars from a romantic comedy that every other A-list actor had turned down but him—and masculine satisfaction blazed inside of him when he saw her cheeks immediately turn pink.

Good.

She might be wary of him, but she wasnotimmune to him.

He could definitely work with that.

But in the meantime...

"I'm a fast learner," Guy said cajolingly, "so why not give me a try?"

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