Page 8 of The Hollywood Billionaire's Fangirl Wife

Meow.

Guy's lips twitched. The sound was exactly as Jilly described, since it had him mentally making a note of having treats for his next—

Whoa.

He had always been a one-night-stand kind of guy to avoid complications. So why was he now suddenly thinking of meeting Jilly more than once?

"This, on the other hand, is Mounty." Oblivious to the way her world-famous pet sitter seemed momentarily thrown off, Jilly was now on her knees as she gave her oldest rescue his favorite head rub. "He loves to deceive people into thinking he's four, not fourteen." Jilly's voice unintentionally trailed off when Guy knelt right next to her, close enough for their shoulders to brush against each other as he started scratching behind Mounty's ears.

The heat of being this near to him wasdizzying.

And those hands of his.

She couldn't remember being fascinated with the size of one's hands before.

They were just so large. And yet so gentle. It had her wondering if he would be just as gentle if he were to—

Stop right there, Jilly!

She jumped to her feet.

I need distraction, fast.

And so she quickly moved on to introducing the rest of her babies.

"This is Middle." Jilly showed Guy his glass terrarium while taking extra care not to stand too close to him. "He's a two-year-old gecko lizard. His eyes sometimes look crazy, but it's nothing to be worried about, I promise."

Jilly moved to the next enclosure while making sure not to meet a certain pair of ice-ice-baby-blue eyes. "Over here is Meanie. He's just your regular box turtle, except for the fact that he's just turned ten, and his desire for space must be respected at all costs."

Guy followed Jillian to the second floor. It didn't escape him at all that she was suddenly nervous and self-conscious around him. With other women, he would have simply assumed they were pretending to be shy. But Jillian, though...

He enjoyed seeing her like this. And he looked forward to seeing her disturbed more and more by his presence.

"The covered-up cage—" Jilly pointed to the cage in one corner. "—-is where Manny and Maiden sleep. They're a bonded pair of sun conures. I adopted them from a bird sanctuary. They told me their first owners surrendered them because they were too "high maintenance."

A glower darkened her features as she said this, and Guy had the most ridiculous desire to play her knight in shining armor and find out just who Manny and Maiden's first owners were, just so he could punish them in her name.

What the hell was wrong with him?

"And finally, Apple."

Jillian called out to the three-year-old cockatiel, and Guy was impressed in how swiftly the bird responded to her command, having now perched himself comfortably on her fingers.

"That's pretty much it—"

Guy raised a brow when Jillian suddenly stopped speaking.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Just a second—"

She rushed out of the room, and Guy followed behind her at a leisurely pace. He eventually found her in the kitchen and pulling one of the counter drawers open.

"Here you go!"

Jillian dropped an armload of custom-printed cloth-bound tomes into his hands without warning, and caught by surprise, Guy nearly buckled under the weight.

"They're care manuals for every one of my babies," Jilly explained. "Anything you're likely to ask, it's all...there." Jilly's voice trailed off once again, having remembered something particularly...dangerous.

"Um, do you want anything to drink?"

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