Page 69 of Marrying the Billionaire

“I was just thinking I want to start every morning like this.”

He kisses me one last time, a slow smile forming over his face. “In a perfect world.”

“What’s stopping us?”

His mouth opens and closes a few times before he answers. “Nothing, I guess.”

“So it’s a date tomorrow morning?” Again, where is my filter?

His gaze flicks between my eyes. “You would want that?”

I nod, leaning in to kiss him, loving the taste of his lips.

He cups my head, deepening the kiss briefly. “Okay.”

I bite my lip, not that it does much to contain my smile. “Okay.”

I savor his answering smile, grinning goofily at him for a few moments until a noise sounds from out in the main area.

“Lori must be starting breakfast.” He untangles his legs from mine and slips his boxers and shorts back on. “I need to get ready.”

He leisurely dresses me next, his hands warm on me, and helps me up, staying close by me as we head out to the kitchen.

Lori gives us a knowing look, but wisely doesn’t comment on the way his arm is wrapped around my waist. “Hungry?”

“I need something I can eat in the car.”

“You got it.” She pretends not to notice the kiss on the cheek he gives me before disappearing back down the hallway to get ready. “Same for you?”

“I have time to eat.” I don’t have to be at the shelter until later.

“How about an egg and veggie scramble? I’ll put his in a burrito.”

I nod, taking a seat at the breakfast bar, catching my reflection in the microwave as I shift. Oh God, my hair. I’ve been rolling around on the floor for who knows how long. I surreptitiously finger comb it, giving up after a minute.

“You know, I have to apologize to you,” Lori says, her back turned away from me as she chops a red pepper to put in. “You got him quicker than I thought you would.”

I frown, not sure how to interpret her words. It makes me sound mercenary or something.

“Oh God, no, I didn’t mean it like that,” she says, glancing over her shoulder and spotting my face. “I meant you got through to him. I’d have bet money he’d be more resistant.”

“Why?”

“In all the years I’ve worked for him, he’s had a set routine. A schedule. And then you come in here and blow it wide open. I expected him to push back a little more, but I was wrong.” She sets the peppers to the side, chopping scallions next. “You’re good for him. You loosen him up.”

I duck my head down, basking in her praise.

“No, no. Don’t get shy. You wanted this.”

“I did,” I grin.

And now that I seem to have him, I only want more.