Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“Sounds great to me.” She squeezes my hand and leans over to press a kiss on my shoulder.
Thirty minutes later, Miller pulls into the car park under my building, and we’re headed up to my office.
“You’re welcome to work in my office,” I offer her. “I have to sit in on a couple of meetings.”
“Perfect.” She smooths her hands down her Dior blouse. After we made love and slept for a couple of hours, we each had a shower and changed clothes. Billie is once more impeccably dressed, her hair and makeup flawless.
I know she prefers luxury fashion labels, but it seems her favorite is Dior. I’ll have to take her to the flagship store in Paris for Christmas.
When we arrive on the top floor, where my offices are, we step out of the elevator, and Billie takes it in. The building is several centuries old, but this space has been decorated with sharp lines. The color palette is black and white, with splashes of color here and there.
Her heels clip on the hardwood floor as I lead her to my office. Once I’ve unlocked the door, I gesture her inside, and she sets her bag on the couch on the far wall.
“This is a big office,” she says, her eyes touching on everything in the room. “How often are you in it?”
“Before I started the Montana property? At least once a month. Now? Quarterly.”
She nods, and I cross to her. Taking her chin in my grip, I lower my mouth to hers. Her hands land on my sides, holding on to my jacket as I devour her mouth, and when I pull back, her eyes shine with lust.
“What was that for?” she asks.
“You look sexy in my office. Pity we don’t have time for me to fuck you on my desk before we leave.”
That has her blinking rapidly, and before I can kiss her again, there’s a knock on the door.
“You’re here.”
I tuck Billie into my side as I turn to my ex-wife and smile at her. “Hello, Fiona. This is Billie Blackwell.”
Billie tenses beside me, only enough for me to feel it, but then she immediately walks forward, offering her hand to my ex.
“Pleasure,” Billie says, shaking Fiona’s hand.
Fiona raises an eyebrow and looks at me over Billie’s shoulder, and I know she’s about to underestimate my girl.
“How lovely to meet you,” Fiona says. “And a beautiful girl you are at that. That’s a lovely blouse.”
Billie stiffens as she steps back. “Thank you. If you’ll excuse me, I have a lot of work to see to.”
She smiles at both of us, then crosses to her computer bag and pulls out her laptop.
“Connor, can I sit at your desk, or should I—”
“Make yourself comfortable, angel,” I reply easily, still watching Fiona. “I’ll be a couple of hours. If you need anything at all, Scott is at his desk, and he can help you. He’s Fiona’s and my assistant since I’m not in the office often.”
“Thank you,” Billie says with an easy smile. “I’m fine for now.”
“Everyone is in the conference room,” Fiona says, waiting for me.
I nod, but I don’t move toward her. Instead, I cross to Billie and press my lips against her forehead, then lean down to her ear and whisper, “I love you to distraction, a ghrá. Make yourself at home.”
She smiles up at me and doesn’t bother to whisper when she replies, “I love you, too.”
With that, I walk toward Fiona, not missing the way her eyes have widened, and when we’re in the hallway and my office door is closed, she immediately starts asking questions.
“This is serious, then? And how old is she, Connor? She looks like a bleedin’ uni student.”
I stop and turn to her. “You’ll want to be careful how you talk about her. I won’t warn you again.”
She scowls, but I keep walking into the conference room. She’s my friend, but she’s also my ex-wife, and I won’t confide in her about my relationship with Billie. I know that’ll piss Fiona off, but I don’t care.
I want to get through these meetings quickly so I can take Billie home.
The sooner I get out of here, the better.
Chapter Twenty-Two
BILLIE
So that was Connor’s ex-wife.
Sitting behind his desk, staring at the black screen of my laptop, I nibble on my bottom lip until it’s swollen. I saw the way her eyes moved over me, assessing me. I felt the cold judgment and could almost hear her thoughts.
This girl is too young and definitely not good enough for the likes of Connor Gallagher.
At any point since he told me he’d been married and who his ex-wife was, I could have searched for Fiona online, to look at photos, to dig into her life a little, but I purposely didn’t do that. However, after being blindsided today, maybe I should have.