Page 39 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

“Then I’ll make sure I’m the highest bidder.”

Kat had enough of their flirting. She hopped up off the couch. “Okay. Sounds good. We’d better get some lunch going then if we want to be on time.”

“Already on it,” Hilary said, turning toward the kitchen. “I’ve got stuffed chicken in the oven. Should be ready soon.”

Damian looked like he wanted to kiss Hilary. Kat wanted to gag. “Great, then.” She set her laptop down on the couch. “I guess I’ll get the table set.”

“I’ll help.” Damian followed her into the dining room.

Kat grabbed a rag from the kitchen and started wiping down the table. “You don’t have to flirt with her to get food,” she muttered. “She’ll feed you anyway.”

Damian folded his arms across his chest. “I wasn’t flirting.”

Kat scrubbed at a spot on the wooden surface, the force making the table wobble and the dishes in the china cabinet clink together. “Right.”

Damian chuckled. “Are you jealous?”

“Ha! Right. Why would I be jealous?” Kat’s arm started to hurt as she continued to scrub. What was that spot, anyway? A blob of super glue? Why wasn’t it coming off? And what a ridiculous notion, that she was jealous. So way off base, it wasn’t even funny.

“You’re going to scrub a hole in the table.”

She turned to glare at him and his smug smile made her want to smack him. She straightened and tossed the rag at him, maybe a little more forceful than she had planned. “Fine. You clean it off. I’ll get the plates.”

Jealous. That was the stupidest thing she’d heard all year. She opened the cupboard and grabbed three plates. What did he think, she was crushing on him? She stormed into the dining room and set the plates down. “Just because you’re rich and handsome, doesn’t mean every girl is going to go all nuts for you.”

“You think I’m handsome?” He raised one eyebrow.

Heat flamed in her cheeks. Had she just admitted that? How stupid. “You’re impossible,” she said to cover her embarrassment. She turned back and went into the kitchen. As she gathered the silverware Hilary came in and opened the oven to check the chicken.

“What’s got you all hot under the collar?”

“Nothing!” She didn’t mean to shout, and she clamped her mouth shut. “I mean, man, he’s so infuriating.”

Her sister raised an eyebrow at her. “Uh, huh.”

Kat rushed back into the dining room. Unfortunately, Damian was headed toward the kitchen and she ran right into his solid chest.

“Whoa,” he said, grabbing her around the middle so she didn’t fall. “I didn’t mean to make you so upset. I was just kidding.”

His strong arms around her made her knees weak. She looked up at him. His eyes held a hint of humor, and something else she wasn’t sure about. He gazed at her, and the memory of the kiss they’d shared surfaced. That toe-curling, amazing kiss. Why was he so good looking? And why was he just staring at her, that goofy expression on his face?

His cologne made her insides quiver. What was that smell? Hot, rich guy? Where do you even buy a scent like that? He leaned closer and her heart raced. Was he going to kiss her? What would her sister say if she caught them kissing?

“Seriously,” he said, his face sobering. “I’m sorry.” He let her go and took a step back.

Kat just stood there gripping the silverware in one hand, her heart pumping so fast she got light headed. Words. She needed to say words. “Um, that’s okay. I overreacted.”

Now she felt foolish. She set the silverware in place and went to get napkins. Why was she having such trouble around him? She was losing her mind.

As she sat across from him at the table she realized what it was. It was that stupid kiss at the top of the Farris wheel. Dumb. She lost her head over it and hadn’t quite grounded herself from it. He didn’t mean it as a real kiss. Why was she going all stupid over it?

Damian’s gaze connected with hers across the table. “So, your sister cooks. What about you?” He sawed into the chicken on his plate.

Kat shrugged then shot him a cheesy grin. “I know all the good takeout places.”

Damian raised his eyebrow. “Both of them?”

“Ha, ha. Funny.” Kat didn’t want to admit there were only three fast food chains in Pleasant Hollow. “I cook too. I just don’t enjoy it as much as Hilary.”

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