Page 33 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

“Are you kidding?” Kat pulled a glass out of the cupboard and opened the refrigerator. She grabbed the milk and poured, then gulped the milk down, not caring that it ran down the side of her face. It helped a little, but not much. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Hilary came in and set the bowl down. “I tried something to calm the heat. I guess it didn’t work.”

“Didn’t you taste it?”

“Not yet.” A grin formed on her face. “I wanted to see what you thought first.”

Kat whacked her sister’s arm. “Dork.”

“So…he’s a good kisser?” Hilary leaned back against the counter and folded her arms.

Kat took another long drink from her milk glass before setting it down. Good kisser didn’t even come close to describing it. It was like flying through space on the outside of a rocket. Her heart hadn’t settled down from it. Her skin felt alive. Her lips still tingled from it. The smell of him lingered on her clothes. “Yeah,” she managed to say.

“Where are you taking him tomorrow?”

Kat blinked, trying to snap herself out of whatever she was in. “I don’t think we’re going anywhere tomorrow. We didn’t discuss it.”

“Well call him in the morning. You have to capitalize on this thing you have going on.”

Kat was tired of telling her sister there was no thing, so she just stared at her.

Hilary set the chips down. “He won’t close down the newspaper if he’s in love with you.”

And there it was. The perfect answer to her problem. Hilary was right. If Damian had feelings for her, he wouldn’t take away her only employ. All she had to do was keep seeing him, and make him fall for her.

There was only one problem with the plan. She was already starting to get in over her head, and the last thing she wanted to do was fall in love with Damian Warren.

Chapter 11

Kat brushed her teeth and readied for bed, but thoughts of Damian wouldn’t leave her brain, so she curled up against a pile of pillows on her bed and logged onto Privileged Singles to stare at his profile photo. Her stomach felt like it was full of feathers fluttering around. Why did he have to affect her that way?

His jet-black hair was perfectly styled. He probably went to some expensive barber shop. He would look perfectly natural on the front of People Magazine. Or Forbes. His eyes were such a dark brown sometimes they looked black. His gaze always sent a tiny thrill through her.

As she stared at his photo a message came through.

I see you’re online.

The fluttery feeling intensified. Blast it all. She should hate the guy. He was just kissing her moments before, and now he’s online chatting up another woman. At least, what he thought was another woman. She gathered up her emotions and tried to be mad at him. It didn’t work too well. She could still smell his cologne clinging to her. She needed a shower.

Yes, she answered. She might as well see where this headed. She did create Amelia to get information from him after all.How are you doing?

I’m fine. You’re right. There’s more to do in a small town than I realized.

Kat itched to ask him about how his day went but hesitated. What if he talked about her? What if she learned something that she didn’t want to know? She didn’t want to hear from him that he hated her. Or whatever that was that made him not want to talk about the kiss he gave her. But she was insanely curious as to what he’d say. She took in a breath before answering him.

Oh? What did you do today?

Sledding, bowling, and ice skating for starters.

Wow, you had a busy day.Kat squirmed against the pillows. She should not be talking to him about this, but for some reason, she couldn’t stop.Were you alone?

He hesitated before answering.No.

This was it. He was going to start talking about her. If she wanted to change the subject, she needed to do it right now. Her fingers flew across the keys without her consent.Did you meet someone special there?

No.

And there it was. Confirmation that she knew she didn’t want. She wasn’t anything special to him. It stung, but she knew better than to let it fester. After all, she barely knew the guy. As she thought about what to say back, she forced herself into her character. What would Amelia say?

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