Page 18 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

He stepped back. “No way am I holding that.”

“What, you have a fear of tampons?” Kat’s voice rose as she spoke.

“Stop that,” he hissed.

“Didn’t you have any sisters?”

“No. And I changed my mind. I don’t need you to show me around town.” He handed her the cheese. “Take me back to my hotel.”

Kat’s eyes widened. “Wait! I’m sorry. I sometimes get crazy when I kid around. Please, don’t go. There’s more I want to show you. Real stuff this time.”

He couldn’t figure this woman out. One minute she was coming on to him, the next she was acting passive-aggressive toward him. Was she into him or did she hate him? It seemed more like the latter, so he turned to leave.

Kat ran after him. “Come on. There are salami samples in the meat section. You don’t want to leave until you’ve tried them, do you?”

He rounded on her. “Meat samples? Are you crazy?”

Kat lowered her gaze, her hands falling to her sides. “No. Just hungry. All I ate for breakfast was a granola bar.”

“What?” Damian hadn’t expected that. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“I didn’t want to be rude,” she mumbled while looking at the ceiling.

He couldn’t help but smile at her. “You? Rude? Never.”

She snorted.

“Let’s go get something to eat. If I recall, Dale’s has good food.”

Her face brightened. “Deal.” She handed her purchases to the checkout lady and paid for them. Soon they were sitting in the red vinyl chairs eating sandwiches.

Damian studied Kat when she wasn’t looking. She was not like other people. Even though she got under his skin, he found himself really liking her. “Tell me something. Why do you want to work at the newspaper so badly?”

She raised her eyebrows at him. “Have you ever done something, and you were really proud of it, and then a lot of people told you they enjoyed it?”

What was she talking about? “Um…no.”

“Well I have, and it feels good, you know?”

He squinted at her. “Not really.”

Kat glanced around the diner. She got up and walked to a table in the corner, picked up a newspaper and came back, slapping it on the table in front of him. “Page twelve.”

Damian unfolded the paper and turned to the page. “Geriatrics doctor retires?”

She scoffed and pointed. “No. This.”

He scanned the column, then he stopped and read it closer. “This is hilarious. Someone actually responded to one of those dumb emails?”

She grinned and rocked back on her heels. “Yep.”

Surprised, he looked up at her. “You?”

“Uh huh.” She sat down opposite him.

“Is this response real? Did you get a scammer to write you a sonnet in the style of Doctor Seuss?”

Her grin widened. “I sure did. What you see there is a condensed version. You should see all the back and forth emails before he did what I wanted.”

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