Page 59 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

He paused. “No.”

“Oh my gosh, you so are. You’re a weirdo, you know that?”

Damian was silent for so long that Kat started to worry. “I was kidding,” she said.

“I know. I just thought you sounded like someone for a second. Never mind.”

Kat froze. Oh, dang. She’d forgotten she was supposed to be Amelia. She couldn’t do that again. She had to keep her voice low and act more like a million-dollar heiress would. She slowed as she came to her house, promising to pay more attention to what she said, and how she said it.

“Question two. If you could meet a famous person, who would you want to meet?”

“Stephen Hawking.” She was trying to think like a hedge fund manager who went to some fancy college, although she did think it would be interesting to meet him.

“Really? Why?”

“He’s done so much, and overcome so much. He has a brilliant mind.”

“Interesting. I love your answer. Okay. Number three.”

“You don’t have to number them. It’s making me feel like I’m taking a test or something.”

He chuckled. “Sorry. I’ll just ask the questions.”

“Thanks.” Kat entered her house. Her sister hadn’t been there for a few days, so it surprised her when Hilary walked in.

“Hey, Kat,” Hilary said.

Kat put her finger to her lips, and mouthed, “Damian.”

“Oh. Gotcha.” Hilary grinned at her. “You’re undercover,” she whispered.

Kat nodded while trying to listen to Damian’s next question. “What’s your dream vacation?” he said.

“Dream vacation? That’s tough. I rarely take them.”

“Ah, I knew we were compatible. I don’t believe in vacations either.”

“Wait, you don’t believe in them? They’re not a religion.” Kat rolled her eyes and pulled off her boots to stuff in the closet.

“No, but vacations waste valuable time.”

“Not when you spend them with the right person.” Kat mentally kicked herself. She needed to shut up and answer like Amelia would.

Damian seemed to be thinking about that because he didn’t answer right away. “Maybe you’re right.”

Kat refrained from exclaiming, “Ha!” She tried to think of what refined Amelia would say. “I often am.”

He laughed at that. “Okay, I’m curious about this next one. It’s important to me.”

“Really? What is it?”

“Do you have pets?”

“No.”

Damian let out a breath of relief. “Good.”

“What? You didn’t let me finish. I don’t have any pets right now, but I’ve always dreamed of having a puppy. You know, something cute for the kids to play with.”

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