Page 6 of The Hollywood Billionaire's Fangirl Wife

The double entendre wasn't lost on him, but she seemed oblivious to it as she hesitated, clearly torn.

"I was told you had somewhere important to go?"

No one had told him any such thing, but this was easy enough to deduce, and it also proved to be the magic words that had his date taking a deep breath—

Finally.

—before saying, "Could you give me a minute?"

Guy had no chance of replying, with Jillian already slamming the door on his face.

The sound reverberated in the quiet evening air, and Guy found himself staring at the closed door with a mixture of amusement,inexplicable desire, and that felt dangerously like genuine interest.

Chapter Three

Jilly:Just checking in. No need to reply unless you’re dead.

Jack:I am not dead.

THE HUMAN WHIRLWIND.

If anyone cared to ask what superpower she desired to have, that would be it.

To turn herself into a whirlwind, just so she could go throughout her apartment as fast as she could, hide as much as she could, and clean as thoroughly as she could.

Jilly dashed from room to room, snatching up movie posters, collector's edition DVDs, and—oh my gosh—that unauthorized biography with the gold-embossed lettering that spelled outHISname. She shoved everything she could under the bed, into closets, and even under the pile of clothes in the laundry basket. Anywhere was fine as long as it was out of sight.

Oh, Poppy, I'm so going to send you memes of girls salivating after your husband if I ever survive this. And I will make sure they're the extra disturbing kind that will haunt you in your sleep!

But in the meantime...

Jilly tried to catch her breath as she halted in front of the hallway mirror, which revealed the wild look in her eyes and the flushed state of her cheeks.

Gaaah.

She looked like she had just survived a hurricane.

Only in this case, the hurricane was self-madeandself-inflicted.

You can do this, Jilly.

She hastily combed her still-wet hair with her fingers and nervously ran a hand over the navy fabric of her jumpsuit. Surely he would understand that she had dressed up for the occasion...andnothim. She just didn't want him to think that she had made herself pretty...for him. And why that was so important, well...it just was, and she was going to leave it at that.

Jilly adjusted her glasses, took one last deep breath to calm herself, and threw the door open with the widest smile ever. "All done," she announced brightly. "Come in, please." She caught her reflection again as she took a step back, and when she saw how her smile had her looking like Pennywise's sister from another mother—

Ugh, never mind.

Jilly quit smiling and also nearly quit breathing as her not-that-small home seemed to shrink the moment her ultimate Hollywood crush entered her living space. His shoulders nearly brushed both sides of her narrow entryway, and the air around her started getting curiously warmer.

Ventilation problem.

It had to be that, just that.

She followed behind him, her panic increasing as she saw his gaze swept over her place.Please, please, please let him not...aaaah!

Guy raised a brow when she suddenly darted past him and started fluffing up the throw pillows on the couch while deftly shoving some magazine under the cushion.

Porn?

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