Page 29 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

“Do you want whipped cream on those?”

“No,” Damian said.

Kat frowned at him. “Why not? It’s delicious.” She turned back to Abby. “Yes, I want whipped cream.”

Damian took a step closer. “Is it low-fat?”

“Why do you care about low-fat?” Kat whacked him in the abs. They were rock hard. “Dang,” she said, feeling his stomach again. When she realized what she was doing, she dropped her hands. Heat rose to her cheeks. Had she really just felt her boss’s abs? She was such an idiot. “Sorry.”

Abby looked like she was trying not to laugh. “It’s not low-fat, but I don’t think there are many calories in it.”

Damian nodded. “I guess I’ll try it then.”

Abby grinned and began filling the Styrofoam cups. “You’ll love it.”

When she was done making them, she set them on the metal surface outside the window. “Be sure to go catch a ride on the Ferris wheel.” She winked at Kat.

Kat’s cheeks flamed and she wanted to shove Abby back in her little window. “No, I don’t think we will.” She picked up the cups and handed one to Damian.

“Why not? Sounds like fun.” Damian took a sip. “You’re right. It’s good with the whipped cream.”

He started down the street towards the carnival lights. Kat hurried after him. “No, seriously, she was just joking around. We don’t have to ride the Ferris wheel.” Especially not with Harry working it. He always put her in on the spot.

“Come on. We’re almost there.”

“But…”

Damian took her hand and pulled her along. “It will be fun.”

The carnival music drowned out her protests. Damian walked up to the Ferris wheel which had no line. Of course. The universe was trying to embarrass her. “How much for tickets?”

“Two dollars a ticket,” Harry said, taking off his driving cap and scratching his bald head. Then he noticed Kat. “Hey, Kat! I didn’t see you there. How’s it going?”

“Fine, Harry.”

The elderly black man gave her a smile as he slipped his cap back on. “How’s your mom doing?”

“About the same.” Kat fidgeted. She didn’t want to talk about her mother anymore.

Damian handed him the two dollars. Harry opened the gate. “Take a seat. I’ll give you an extra long ride.”

“No, I don’t want you to get into trouble.” Kat took a step back.

“Nonsense. You and your man get on.” He gestured to the swinging seat. “I’ll make it really special for you.”

A couple got in line behind them, and Kat couldn’t back away gracefully, so she stepped up to the seat. Her face warmed. “Thanks, Harry.”

Harry clicked the bar into place and patted it. “Real special.”

Kat sank into the seat, mortified. Damian gave her a questioning look. “What’s he mean by that?”

Kat pointed up to the green sprig of mistletoe tied to the top of the overhang. The ride creaked as they lifted up and stopped to let the other couple on.

Damian’s eyes grew wide. “Mistletoe?”

“Yep. Town tradition. Harry stops you at the top and you’re supposed to kiss.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

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