Page 64 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

Kat nodded. “Yes.”

Damian straightened. “Do you mind if I ask you some ‘get to know you’ questions?”

“Like what?”

“Simple stuff. Like, are you an indoors person or an outdoors person?”

Kat froze. Oh, no. He was going to pepper her with the same questions he asked Amelia. Dang. Now what? She couldn’t be giving him the same answers. Yet, how was she supposed to change them? Most of the questions she answered honestly. And now she was going to have to lie? Kat cleared her throat. “I don’t know. I like both I suppose. But enough about me. I want to know more about you. You’re a billionaire. What’s that like?”

He gripped the steering wheel. “You know, people always think that once they have money their life will be easier. But I don’t think it’s that at all. Your challenges are just different.” He gave Kat a sideways glance before going on. “Take my grandfather for example. He was a millionaire back when everyone else was struggling just to put food on the table. You’d think his life was roses, but it wasn’t. He had polio as a child and suffered immensely. He could barely walk. His life was hard, even though he didn’t want for food or clothes. His struggles were more physical. My father’s struggles were mental. And I have my leg to deal with.”

Kat fiddled with the strap of her purse. She hadn’t really thought about that before. It just always seemed like rich people had it easy, but what Damian said made sense. Life was a challenge for everyone. “You’re right. I didn’t look at it that way before, but I can see your point.”

Damian nodded, then changed lanes to pass a truck. “Can I ask you something personal?” His tone was light, but there was an underlying tension in his question which put Kat on alert.

“I guess, but only if I can reserve the right not to answer if I don’t want to.”

“Fair enough. I was just wondering where you see yourself in five or ten years.”

It was a simple enough question, but Kat knew there was something he was fishing for. She looked down at her fingernails. Her future seemed a little bleak if she were being honest. She sighed. “Before I got fired, I would have said I see myself as a newspaper reporter at the Pleasant Hollow Times, but now…I honestly don’t know. I don’t want to be stuck at Dale’s, that’s for sure.”

“Do you see yourself married?”

Married? He was right. That was personal. She didn’t want to talk about her lack of dates over the past few years. “Well, yes, I guess. Hadn’t thought about it much, but of course, that’s something I want for my future.” She felt uncomfortable with his line of questioning, so she changed the subject. “Did you know human botfly eggs mature into larvae under the skin of a human host?”

Damian made a face. “Why would you tell me this as we’re headed for dinner?”

“Sorry. I saw it on Facebook last night and can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Gross.”

“Yeah, in hindsight, maybe it wasn’t the best thing to say right now.”

“You think?”

Kat let out a breath. At least they weren’t talking about her love life any more. But maybe next time she’d think a little bit longer about her choice of subject change.

When they got to The Acorn, Damian helped her out of the car. His touch sent tingles across her skin. Conflicting emotions surged in her. It would be easy for her to ignore all the things that wouldn’t work between them, and allow the feelings she had for Damian to surface. But that would only mean more heartache later on. She had to keep herself in check.

Damian slid his arm around her and butterflies assaulted her insides. So much for keeping herself in check. Her body was such a traitor.

They entered the restaurant. The hostess came up to them and pulled a couple of menus from a side pocket on the reservation desk. “Two?”

“Yes,” Damian said.

She led them to a table. Televisions hung from above, some football game playing. Damian pulled out her chair for her, and she sat down.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” the hostess asked.

“Just water for me,” Kat said.

“I prefer sherry. Do you have any Palo Cortado?” Damian asked.

The girl shifted. “Uh…no. We don’t have any of that.”

“All right then. Just give me a Diet Coke.”

The girl wrote something down on her pad of paper. “I’ll bring them right out.”

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