Page 14 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

Haha. I probably should get some sleep. It’s even later where you are.

Yes, I should get to bed.

His fingers hovered over the keys. He didn’t really know this girl, but chatting with her tonight had been fun. It took away the boredom of being stuck in a crappy hotel room. But would it be cheesy to tell her that? He sighed and went ahead with it. Who cares, right? Maybe he’d never chat with her again.

Thanks for talking to me tonight. I enjoyed it.

He waited for her response. Why was he anxious to see what she’d say? She was a stranger.

I had fun talking with you too. Maybe we can do it again sometime.

He smiled.

I’d like that. Good night, Amelia.

‘Night.

He shut his laptop and dressed for bed. The snow outside was still coming down strong when he turned off the lamp. He was not looking forward to digging the rental car out tomorrow.

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Kat lay in bed trying not to feel guilty for dropping Damian off at the hotel without making sure he had food. Her mother would kill her if she knew what had happened. Kat could just imagine Mr. Specialty Latte sitting in his room eating Doritos for dinner. He was such a snob, but she couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him.

Arg. What a sap she was. She was looking at unemployment soon. There were no jobs in Pleasant Hollow. If anything ever opened up, everyone knew about it, and it was filled within the hour. She was extremely lucky to have her job at the newspaper. If Damian took that away from her, she’d probably lose her childhood home. She’d have to leave Pleasant Hollow. And what would they do about their mother?

She should hate him. But for some reason, she couldn’t muster up the emotion. Maybe she was just tired. She rolled over and pounded on her pillow.

She didn’t remember falling asleep, but when her phone rang and woke her up, early morning sunlight was peeking past the blinds. She squinted and fumbled for her phone on the nightstand. She swiped to answer. “Hello?”

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” Mr. Boss Man’s smooth voice came through.

She almost opened her mouth to tell him off, but Lydia would be livid if she found out. “No,” she said sitting up and rubbing her eyes. “I’m awake.”

“Good. I was wondering if now was a good time to ask for a ride.”

Seriously? She wanted to throw the phone across the room and cover her head with her pillow but remained calm. “Sure, I can come give you a ride.”

“And do you have a shovel I can borrow?”

She closed her eyes. “Mmhmm.”

“Perfect. I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay.” Kat hung up and groaned. She was over feeling sorry for the billionaire. He was horrible and he could eat Doritos for dinner every night for all she cared.

Kat pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweater. She had serious bed head but didn’t care if he saw her like that. It’s not like he was going to stick around or anything. She had her coat on and her boots zipped before succumbing to the urge to run a brush through her hair.

She grabbed a granola bar and her keys and opened the door to her garage. Shoot. Hilary’s car sat there. She’d forgotten she’d parked on the street and was now buried. Dang. She was going to have to take Hilary’s car.

When she walked back inside, Hilary was rummaging in the fridge. “Can I take your car?” Kat said. “I’ll just be a minute.”

“Where are you going?”

“I have to give Boss Man a ride.”

Hilary turned around clutching a container of yogurt. “You’re picking up Damian Warren?”

“Yeah, but it’s not as big of a privilege as you’re making it sound.” Kat opened the granola bar wrapper and took a bite.

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