The Billionaire Op - Lori Ryan Page 0,17

Hell, any of them look more comfy than my bed at home. Comfy for a person my size, not yours.” She gave him a pointed look as she finished. There was no way he’d be comfortable on a couch at his size. It was ridiculous to even think of doing things his way.

Chad let out something between a growl and a laugh. “Not happening, Jennie.” He crossed the room to grab his bag and headed to the living room.

“You can’t do that, Chad. We’re married, remember? You need to keep your clothes in here or the housekeepers will wonder what you did to land yourself in the doghouse when we’ve only been married a couple of days.”

He looked at her for a long minute. She could see the tension in his jaw as he fought against what he wanted and what they had to pretend to be for the next two weeks.

Without a word, he crossed to the dresser and closet and began to unpack his clothes. Jennie sat on the bed and watched him, amused.

As one might expect from someone who’d spent so many years in the military, everything had its place in Chad’s world. He lined his extra shoes along the bottom of the closet. He folded clothes and organized them in different drawers. Hung dress shirts and pants on hangers and arranged them with precisely one inch between each hanger.

Jennie followed him into the bathroom and watched him set out his toiletries, lining up toothbrush, toothpaste, brush, and razor just so. He left the same distance between each item on the counter.

Chad eyed her as he walked back out of the bathroom. He scooped up the flip flops she had kicked off at the foot of the bed and walked out to the front of the villa. Jennie padded after him and stifled a giggle when he lined up her flip flops by the door. He slipped off the sneakers he had on and lined them up next to her shoes.

Apparently satisfied, he began taking extra pillows off the couch.

Oh, this is too good to resist.

Jennie went to the small bar in the living room and opened a can of soda for herself.

“Want one?” she asked Chad, holding up the can.

“No thanks. I’ll probably go to sleep soon. I wasn’t planning on such a long day of travel and I was up half the night getting a few reports ready for Jack.”

“You didn’t know about this trip ahead of time?” She frowned.

He shook his head. “Not a clue. I found out about it the same time you did.”

She paused mid sip and looked at him. “Isn’t that weird? I mean, don’t you usually plan these things? If you didn’t plan it, who did?” She’d had been so busy trying to convince herself she could do this job when they'd been in Jack’s office earlier, she hadn’t even looked at Chad to see if he looked surprised. Now she had to wonder if he was as thrown as she was.

While she waited for his reply, she walked over to the front door and slipped her feet in her flip flops. She walked back to the couch, sat down next to Chad, kicked her flip flops off, and curled her feet up under her on the couch.

“Jack and Andrew planned this one on their own. I think it was pretty last minute. The friend that asked for a favor went to school with them so I think they wanted to help the guy out.” As Chad spoke, he eyed Jennie’s shoes on the floor beneath them.

She smiled her most innocent smile as she watched Chad size up her shoes. He stood and picked them up again and put them back by the door before coming back to the couch.

Oh my God. I had no idea he was such a neat freak.

“Jack’s sending us info to look over tomorrow. He emailed and said Peter sent financials earlier and there are a few areas we need to look into. Something about the boating trips and scuba diving,” Chad said. “That’s all I know for now.”

Jennie popped up off the couch and wandered to the kitchen. “I wonder if they have snacks in here.” She began opening and closing cabinets and the fridge and calling off anything she found.

“Bottled water. More sodas. No snacks. Hmmmm. We should stock up on late night snacks.” She walked back to the front door, slipped her shoes on, and wandered back to the bedroom.

“We pick up