Page 90 of Hello Billionaire

She nodded.

“Play the lottery?”

She shook her head.

“Have a love affair with Wayne Newton?”

She giggled.

“Swing like Tarzan over the Hoover Dam?”

“No!” she laughed out. “That part gave me anxiety. No, I’ve always thought it would be so fun to stand in the moonroof and look at the city lights.”

I bit my lips together, holding back a smile, because this woman made me so damn happy. When I sat with her, it didn’t matter that I had a hundred unanswered emails in my inbox or that a thousand people were depending on me to keep a roof over their heads.

Here, I could enjoy the moment like I never had before.

I reached for the button that controlled the moonroof and slid it back. All these years riding in limos and town cars, I don’t think I’d opened a moonroof once.

Then I tapped on the window separating us from the driver. He scrolled it down, and I said, “Be extra careful for a bit?”

“Yes, sir.”

Farrah’s feet danced on the floorboard she was so giddy. “No freaking way!”

I nodded. “Someday we’ll do this in Vegas, but for now... here’s your chance.”

She slipped off her heels and got up, crouching as she walked to the middle of the limo. She rose through the moonroof, her chest above the window, but I had the perfect view of her plump ass.

She cheered, happily swinging her hips. Damn, was that dress perfect for her.

“You have to see this!” she called, poking her head back down. “Come on.”

The tips of my ears heated. Gage Griffen, CEO, didn’t exactly dance in the back of limos. But Gage Griffen, Farrah’s man? He’d do whatever put a smile on her face.

So I got up, going to stand beside her, the space just big enough for both of us with our sides pressing together.

The air was warm against my face, but with the limo moving slowly in downtown traffic and the sun slowly setting, it was the perfect temperature. The view of the city was mundane, but with Farrah beside me, her curls blown back from her shoulders, her lips in a giddy grin... it wasmagic.

Farrah smiled up at me. “You look good with the wind blowing through your hair.”

“I probably look like a damn golden retriever,” I huffed.

A thoughtful look took over her features. “With that pout, you’re more of a bulldog.”

“Take it back,” I said, tickling her side.

She snorted with laughter, making me laugh with her.

“Oh my god, so not sexy,” she said, flushing red.

I reached up, tucking a windblown curl behind her ear. Her brown eyes twinkled in the city lights, and even though we were surrounded by traffic, it felt like it was just the two of us here. I bent, kissing her slowly.

Cars began honking around us, and she smiled up at me. “Sounds like they approve.”

I smiled. “As long as you do.”

“I do,” she replied and began lowering herself through the window. “You remember what happened in that movie?”

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