The Billionaire's Seduction (The Billionaire's Temptation #1) - J. S. Cooper Page 0,52
us into the apartment. “Have you guys eaten? I made a beef stew.”
“Sounds yummy.” I plopped down on the couch and waited for Harry to leave.
“That does sound delicious. Thanks for the invite.” Harry plopped down next to me and I looked over at him in confusion.
“You’re going to stay?”
“Do you have a problem with that?” He smirked at me.
“No. I just thought you wanted to go home.”
“I’ll go later,” he said. “Aren’t you going to unpack before you get comfortable?”
“No.” I laughed.
“That bag will stay packed until Sarah has to go on another trip,” Katy said.
“So you’re a messy one, huh?” Harry stared at me. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
“I’m not messy,” I lied. “I just have my own organizational system.”
“The same one that all lazy people have,” Katy retorted.
“Katy!”
“It’s true.” She laughed and walked back to the kitchen. “Dinner will be served in about thirty minutes.”
“I’ll make the drinks. What does everyone want?”
“A gin and tonic, please,” Harry said. I glanced over at him, and I felt my stomach flip. He looked so relaxed and casual sitting back in our old ratty cream couch.
“Sorry, we don’t have tonic.”
“Okay then, just gin on the rocks.”
“Oops, no gin either.” I grinned.
“Scotch on the rocks?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Nope.”
“What do you have? That may be easier.”
“We have some vodka, the cheap stuff, some orange juice, and some Bud Light,” I answered.
“I’ll have a Bud Light.” He laughed.
“Smart man.” I walked to the kitchen and Katy pulled me to her side as soon as I was near her.
“Oh my gosh, how was it?” she asked breathlessly.
“It was good.” I kept my voice low. “But I think I messed up, Katy,” I whined.
“Oh no.” She sighed. “Are you pregnant?”
“No! Why do you keep asking me that?” I sighed. “I’m falling for him.”
“Isn’t that good?”
“No, he doesn’t believe in love.” I felt like I was going to cry.
“Oh shit, sorry, love.” Katy hugged me, and I pulled away.
“Thanks.”
“We need to come up with a plan,” she said excitedly.
“What do you mean?”
“You know. Like a how to get a guy sort of thing. How to make him love you.”
“Yeah, I don’t know if such a plan exists,” I said and sighed.
“Then we’ll create one.” She grinned.
I grinned back at her infectiously. “Yeah. We can call it ‘How To Catch A Billionaire.’”
“That’s perfect.” She giggled, and I grabbed the beers.
“Okay, let’s talk when he leaves.” With that, I walked back to the living room to see Harry completely relaxed on the couch with his shoes off. I stopped and watched him for a minute. It warmed my heart to see him there; I could easily pretend that he was my real boyfriend and that we were just spending a night in, like any other normal couple. As I stared at him, I knew that he was it. He was the one. And I wasn’t sure, no matter what Katy wanted us to plan, if I would ever see my happily ever after. I shook my head as I thought about the crazy story he had told me earlier about Angelica—what other man would think that acting out a story like that would make a good joke? None. Because it really wasn’t a good joke. It was an awful, awful story but it had showed me that he and I were a lot more alike than I would have ever imagined.
“There you are.” Harry turned toward me. “I was about to call nine-one-one, you were gone so long.”
“Sorry, I was just catching up with Katy.”
“Did you ask her to come with us?”
“Come where?” Katy walked into the room with some mini-quiches and nuts.
“I asked Sarah if she wants to come to the Caribbean this weekend with me and my family . We thought it might be nice if you came. We even have a nice guy for you to meet. And of course, the travel costs are on me. We’ll fly in my private jet and stay at a hotel I own.”
“You own a hotel in the Caribbean?” I looked at him impressed.
“I own hotels all over the world, Sarah. I’m a multi-billionaire with diversified interests. You should know that, you did work for me.”
“I forgot,” I lied. “So are you down, Katy?” I looked at my grinning friend.
“Hello? Are you joking right now? I am sooo there. Just tell me how many days we are going for and more about the guy.”
“Yeah, how long will we be there?” I ask Harry, not that it really matters,