Page 9 of The Hollywood Billionaire's Fangirl Wife

Guy kept his face expressionless as he watched her start walking backwards while speaking.

"I've got, um, bottled water, soda, juice..."

Guy pretended not to notice how she seemed to be in a hurry to dump something she had grabbed from the refrigerator. First, there was that thing she had hidden under the cushion. And now, this? She didn't look like the type to take drugs, but who knew, really?

Looks were entirely deceiving, and Guy should know, considering what he did for a living.

Jilly nearly sagged with relief when she turned to face Guy and saw him thumbing through the care manuals.

Oh, thank God!

"So, um, do you have any questions before I go?"

Guy placed the care manuals on the counter. "I don't think so. They seem to pretty much cover everything." And this was no exaggeration, since the topics listed under the table of contents also includedWhat to Do If The Rapture Takes Place, and My Owner Is No Longer Here.

"Are you sure?" Jilly suddenly started having second thoughts about leaving all of her babies under the care of His Gorgeousness. She might be his number one fan, but her familiarity with his life and career had nothing to do with his skills as a pet sitter.

Guy caught Jillian gnawing on her lip and knew she had started to overthink.

"There's nothing for you to worry about," he said gently. "I wasn't lying when I told you I was a fast learner."

Jilly slowly nodded. "I...know." She did watch that documentary about him—

Oops.

Jilly belatedly noticed Guy raising a brow at her answer.

"Do you, really?"

"Because you, um, have that look about you."

"What kind of look?"

"The kind that,um,says,'I'm smarty and I know it?'"

Guy's lips slowly pressed together in a straight line. Did she even realize she had uttered those words to the tune ofSexy and I Know It?

Jilly started squirming on her feet at his continued silence. "Maybe this is a mistake—"

"Or maybe..." Guy's voice was still gentle. "It's simply time for you to go."

Jilly couldn't answer, with Guy's hands having suddenly settled on her shoulders while speaking.

Oh...my.

All she could do was swallow hard as his touch seemed to burn all the way to her skin, and her breath caught when she felt him slowly exert pressure through his grip.

Was he going to pull her close in order to kiss her?

"Jillian?"

Or was he going to—

"G-Guy?"

—suddenly turn her around so he could march her out to the garage?

"Enjoy your evening," Guy said pleasantly...before slamming the door on her face.

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