Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Jilly swallowed hard.
Guy was her billionaire client?
She picked her pen and struggled to keep her hand from shaking as she signed her name on the dotted line.
Oh Heavenly Father, I hear You loud and clear.
But...what next?
How was she supposed to work professionally with a man who...
Don't think about it.
Don't think about how his hands felt against your skin, how his mouth...
Don't!
Chapter Seven
Jack: You’re behind schedule.
Jilly: So are you! You still owe me five comfort calls!
JILLY WANTED TO BE professional. She truly did. But how could she when everywhere she looked, her every prediction about Guy de la Rocq was being confirmed?
Of all of his fans, she was the only one (in her official statement as the anonymous president of the Secret International Alliance of Supporters of Guy de la Rocq, naturally) to suggest that...
Drumrolls, please!
Guy owned a ranch because of his love for horses, and was that not what this place was, behind the towering perimeter walls and wrought iron gates?
She was also the only one (as President still) to suggest that a man as busy and reserved as Guy would likely have his own estate manager to handle both his household affairs—
"Good morning, mademoiselle. I am Josiah, Mr. de la Rocq's estate manager."
Check!
"May I have a look at your credentials, please?"
—and keep unwanted visitors, groupies, and all around crazies at bay.
And again, check!
She struggled to keep a polite smile pinned to her face as she handed him her ID and letter of reference. She was here as Jilly the auditor, not Jilly the fangirl. She had nothing to be guilty about, nothing to fear, the Lord was her shepherd—oh, hush, Jilly, stop panicking, you'll only make him think you're sus!
Josiah handed back her credentials with a smile.
Oh, thank God!
"Thank you, Ms. Kitt. May I take you straight to Mr. de la Rocq's office?"
All she could do was nod. The interior of the ranch house was masculine sophistication personified, just the kind of understated luxury she had always imagined Guy would prefer over flashy excess. But what had her tongue-tied were the little things that one wouldn't even notice...if they were not his fangirl at heart.
Keep it cool, Jilly! Keep it together! Remember to act like you're forty, not fourteen.
There was just so much to see, so much to squeal over internally, that the fangirl in her was about to faint at any moment.
Wasn't that the baseball bat he swung in Night Caller?
And oh, look, that was his first Oscar right there!
And then there was—
"In here, Ms. Kitt." They stopped in front of a pair of double doors crafted from dark walnut. "Mr. de la Rocq is currently taking a business call, but I have been informed to take you straight to his office."
Josiah opened the door, she reluctantly stepped in, and her heart banged against her chest as loudly as the doors behind her shut close in silence.
Guy was seated behind his massive mahogany desk, talking on the phone while looking like he had just stepped off the cover of a power-and-wealth issue of GQ.
He still hadn't seen her, which gave Jilly a moment to drink in details that her fangirl heart had been craving despite her best efforts to forget them.
His white-blond hair was styled in that effortlessly tousled way, the pale strands creating an almost ethereal contrast against his deeply tanned skin. Those ice-blue eyes that had haunted her dreams were focused intently on his conversation, their pale color made even more striking by dark lashes, creating an effect that was both beautiful and somehow dangerous.
He wore a midnight-blue suit that only the most sophisticated of men could carry effortlessly, and of course he was that...and more.
So, so much more.
This was the same man who had made her come in her own hallway just one week ago, and now she was supposed to sit across from him and discuss financial statements like she was capable of thinking about anything other than the way his hands had felt against her skin?
Doubts suddenly threatened to drown her, and Jilly took a step back, half-thinking of escaping before he noticed her presence—
He looked up.
Too late.
Their eyes met across the space that separated them, and Jilly felt her body spring to life with the same helpless awareness that had been her downfall one week ago.
Guy's lips slowly curved into a smile as he allowed his gaze to linger on Jillian's trembling frame.
Finally.
He had given this a lot of thought, and now that he had her where he wanted her—
Let the games begin.
Guy's burning gaze remained on Jillian as he ended his phone call with swift efficiency, and he saw her gulp as he rose to his feet.
"Hello, sweetheart."
The endearment hit Jilly like a caress, the huskiness of his tone reminding her of how he had once whispered—
Stop it, Jilly!
Guy could feel her struggling to keep her composure.