Page 7 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

“She runs the newspaper.” Kat gave him a cheesy smile and curled her hair behind her ear.

Nice. Guess he wasn’t going to get much out of Kat. He tried not to scowl. “And?”

“I don’t know. She’s the boss. Presses people to get stuff done on time. She does a good job.”

“Right. But what do you know about her personally? Know any good dirt?” He gave Kat a smile, hoping to bring out the gossip.

Kat leaned closer to him and lowered her voice. It was kind of sexy. He found himself liking her despite her attitude. Her blue eyes were quite stunning. “You know, I never thought it was weird until now, but sometimes I see her coming in the building late at night. Meeting with strange men.”

That wasn’t what he expected to hear. “Really?”

“Yes. And sometimes in the morning, there’s odd stuff lying around.”

Damian could barely hear her now, her whisper was so low and he leaned in closer. “What kinds of things?”

“Empty candy bar wrappers.” Her lips twitched. “I think she’s running a smuggling ring for Snickers. This newspaper is just a front.”

Damian straightened and rolled his eyes while Kat grinned. “Thanks for that,” he said.

“You’re welcome,” she called in a sing-song voice as she spun her chair back to her computer.

He spent the rest of the afternoon looking through the last five years of data, not finding anything special. His head started to hurt. Why had he even come here? He should have taken care of things from New York.

At five o’clock Lydia came out of her office. “Just heard from Janett. The major streets are plowed but they’re shutting down for the night since visibility is so low. Be careful out there. It’s not supposed to quit until morning.”

The room grew noisy as everyone packed up and hurried to leave. He slid his laptop into his briefcase and pulled his coat off the hook. Maybe he could study the files tonight in his hotel room. By the time he’d packed up, the place was empty. The employees had left through the back, but since Damian had parked on the street he pushed the handle and walked out the front door.

Damian gasped. The snow plow had come by all right. The wind whipped through his hair as he stared at the huge mound of snow that used to be his rental car. There was no way he’d get it dug out. He was stuck.

Maybe Lydia would give him a ride to his hotel. He turned to go back inside, but the door was locked. The lights were already out. He swore under his breath and knocked on the glass. “Hello?” He put his hands up and peered inside. No movement.

He shoved his hands into his coat pockets. Great. Now what?

Chapter 3

Kat quickly brushed the snow off her windshield and got in her 1992 Volkswagen Jetta. She turned her windshield wipers on high to get rid of the rest she was too lazy to scrape off. They made a terrible noise as the rubber vibrated against the glass and ice. She stuck her hands by the vent, rubbing life back into them. She could almost see well enough to drive. It would just take a second.

The figure of a man came around the side of the building. He carried a briefcase and had a slight limp just like…Boss Man. Ugh. He approached her car. What did he want?

She rolled down her window a crack. “Yes?”

He pointed toward the building. “My car is buried. Can I have a ride to my hotel?”

Kat glanced around, desperate to find someone else who could give him a ride. The parking lot was empty. Crud. She really didn’t want to spend any more time with him than she had to, but she couldn’t leave him alone in a blizzard. She motioned to the passenger seat. “All right. Get in.”

“Thanks.” He walked around the car and tried to get in, but the door was frozen shut. She leaned over and pulled on the handle, then she shoved the door as hard as she could. With a cracking sound the door swung open hitting Boss Man in the gut. He grunted.

“Oops. Sorry.”

Damian slid into the seat. “I appreciate the ride.”

“No problem. Which hotel are you staying at?” She glanced over at him, but couldn’t hold it in and laughed. “Just kidding. We only have one.” She put the car into gear and stepped on the gas. The car lurched forward.

Damian grabbed onto the door as if clutching it for his life.

“Don’t worry, I know how to drive in snow.” She sped out of the parking lot and turned onto Main street.

“Are you sure you do? Because we’re sliding all over the place.”

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