Page 23 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

Damian frowned as he walked back to the chairs. “What did I do wrong?”

Kat tried not to laugh. He really looked perplexed, like he expected to knock all the pins down. “It’s harder than it looks, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Well, the good news is, you get another chance. Here’s your ball, coming back now.” Kat walked to the machine and grabbed the black ball he’d picked out. She handed it to him. “I’ll show you how to aim.”

She followed him to the lane and stood behind him. Mentally she laughed at him now being the little spoon. “Hold the ball like this.” She put her arms around him to show him and immediately knew she’d made a mistake. All the hair on her arms stood on end and electricity shot over her skin. He smelled like some billion-dollar cologne and it made her weak in the knees. She showed him how to hold it and then quickly backed up from him, her heart pounding.

He turned toward her, holding the ball in front of him. “Like this?”

She was too flustered to say anything, so she nodded.

“Then what?”

Kat mentally smacked herself. What was wrong with her? She needed to get it together. She cleared her throat. “Then approach the lane. Keep your back straight, and shoulders square, but bend your knees.”

He turned back around and did as she said. He looked stiff and uncoordinated.

“Now approach the lane, and when you aim look at the dots in front of you, not the pins at the end. And you have to throw it harder this time.”

Damian walked to the lane and tossed the ball. It sailed high into the air before crashing down onto the lane. Kat cringed and snuck a peek at Dave, the owner, who scowled at her. “Try not to break the lane.”

Damian seemed confused. “What did I do wrong that time?”

“You released the ball too late. Just make sure your hand is low when you release it.” Kat gave him an encouraging smile before turning away. She needed to stop looking at him. He was too handsome and she was acting like an idiot.

Damian nodded. “This game is more of a challenge than I thought.”

Kat took her turn, bowling a spare, then sat down while Hilary went.

Damian sat forward. “So, is it just you and your sister here?”

Kat’s stomach clenched. She really didn’t want to talk about her family, but he asked a direct question. How could she ignore it? She tugged at her sleeve. “My mother’s in a care facility on the other side of town. My sister and I visit her when we can. It’s just the three of us.”

He looked surprised. “A care facility? Why is she there?”

Kat looked away, a lump forming in her throat. “She has young onset dementia. She can’t live alone anymore.”

He studied her. “That must be difficult.”

Yes. And expensive. She just nodded her head and tried not to look like she was getting emotional.

Hilary came back to the seats and plopped down. “I only got five.”

Kat tapped Damian’s leg with the back of her hand. “You’re up again.”

Damian bowled, knocking down three pins. He turned and grinned at Kat. Her heart thumped in her chest. Hilary leaned over. “Dang. He’s a hottie.”

“Yeah. But don’t forget. He’s here to put me out of work, and we can’t afford that,” she hissed.

“I know. But it doesn’t hurt to look.” Hilary wiggled her eyebrows up and down.

“You’re terrible.”

Damian bowled another gutter ball, but you wouldn’t think it was the case when he came back smiling. “I knocked three down. Did you see that?”

“Good job,” Hilary said. She leaned over to talk to him as Kat walked up to the lane. Why was Hilary even here? She was just being nosey. Annoyance ran up Kat’s back. She threw a gutter ball. Arg. This game wasn’t going very well.

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