Page 32 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

“Not unless you tell me what’s going on.” He was tired of her games.

She was quiet, and then a click came on and he realized she’d hung up on him. What was that all about? He stared at his phone. There was something weird going on, and it all had to do with the newspaper. Tomorrow he’d figure out what it was.

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Kat pulled into the garage and lowered the door. When she entered the kitchen Hilary practically pounced on her. “What happened? Tell me everything.”

Kat’s heart raced. How could she tell her sister she kissed the boss man? The incredibly hot boss man. Ugh. She was a disgrace. She tossed her purse on the green kitchen countertop from the 70’s. Hilary was always complaining about it. Like she had enough money to renovate the kitchen. “Let me take off my coat. Geesh.”

Hilary followed her into the living room. “Come on. What happened?”

“Well, first of all, I was only taking him around town because Lydia made me.” Kat rolled her eyes.

“So? You spent the day with him. And I saw the way he was looking at you. And the way you were looking at him. There was something there.” Hilary wiggled her eyebrows.

Was there? Kat shook her head to get those thoughts out. That stupid kiss was making her crazy. “You’re silly. He’s a billionaire. I make coffee for Lydia. Trust me, there was nothing going on between us.” Kat sat on her mother’s favorite chair, an old rocker.

Hilary curled up on the couch. “So what did you do after bowling?”

“We ate chili dogs and went ice skating. Just normal carnival stuff. Nothing happened.” Kat desperately tried to keep her face straight, but she could tell by the way her sister was looking at her, she wasn’t doing a good job.

“Oh my gosh, something totally happened!”

Kat buried her face in her hands and moaned. “Am I that easy to read?”

“What? Did you kiss?” Hilary pulled Kat’s hands down and stared at her face. “You did! You kissed him!”

“How do you do that?” Kat hit her sister on the leg.

“Was he a good kisser?” Hilary bounced on her seat. “Tell me!”

Kat sank back into the chair. “It was amazing.”

“Where did he kiss you? How long did it last? Are you seeing him again?” Hilary shot off the questions like a rapid-fire weapon.

“Before you get all crazy, the kiss didn’t mean anything. He insisted we go on the Ferris wheel, that’s all. Harry stopped us on the top.”

“Still, he wouldn’t have kissed you had he not wanted to. He was totally into you today.” Hilary grinned and nudged her leg.

“He totally was not. And I don’t even like the guy.”

Hilary gave her a flat look. “You can’t lie to me. I can see everything on your face.”

Kat gave up. “Okay. So maybe I started out not liking him, and maybe somewhere along the way I noticed how handsome he is and that he’s not a totally terrible person. That doesn’t mean he likes me, or that anything is happening between us. I’m too Small Town for him.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t put yourself down. You’re awesome and you know it. And when you were showing him how to bowl? He totally snuggled into you.”

Kat threw her head back and laughed. “You are so wrong.”

Hilary jumped up. “Let’s argue over snacks. I made this dip today. I want you to try it.” She went into the kitchen and came back with a bowl and a bag of corn chips. “Now, be honest. Is it too spicy?”

Kat took a chip and scooped a little of the red and orange concoction onto it, and put it in her mouth. “No, it’s good.” She chewed, and then the heat hit her. “Okay, I take that back. A little too spicy.” She stuffed another chip in her mouth to try to calm the heat. Her mouth burned. “Way too spicy.”

Hilary frowned. “I was afraid of that.”

The burning intensified and Kat started coughing. “What did you put in there? Ghost peppers? I’m dying.” She hopped up and ran to the kitchen.

“Maybe,” her sister called after her.

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