Page 5 of Stalked By the Billionaire

The more we talked—sorry the more he talked—the more he delved into the details of his life. Describing his time in college to the challenges he faces at work. I even know the name of hismother’s dog, which is Bella, and the names of his co-workers in his high-powered city job.

And what did he find out about me? Nothing.

I’m glad I’m on my lunch break, anything to make an excuse and leave him earlier than I planned. Even if it means I have to go back to my crappy job, and my shitty boss.

I chuckle to myself, because that’s something in itself.

I mean, who wants to go back to their greasy-haired, slimy boss, who doesn’t understand the meaning of personal space?

My boss is a jerk. But after leaving school, this was the only job I could get. And working for a law firm means I can find a different route to the profession. I have high aspirations, and one day I want to become a lawyer.

I’m grateful for him giving me the job. Not that I think that every day. Certainly not on the days he scares me and tries to corner me in his office.

For those reasons, I try my best to avoid him at all costs, because I know exactly what he’s after. And despite making it clear that I won’t give it to him, the man is relentless. He is also very much married. I’ll never go there.

And I’m saving myself for the perfect man.

I don’t want a rich, powerful, or forceful man. I certainly don’t want a married man. The type I prefer is soft, shy, and nerdy. Don’t get me wrong, I’d prefer it if he had a job so one day we’d save up enough money to have a family.

Someone like Killian. He’s hot to look at, but seeing him blush is cute and I know he’s truly shy because of the way he tried to stare secretly at me from the table opposite.

I loved how his dark, espresso-colored hair perfectly complemented his mesmerizing hazel-colored eyes. He probably doesn’t realize it, but there’s a subtle, golden glow outlining his irises.

When I found out he wasn’t my date, I was so disappointed—understatement of the year. I nearly pretended that, yes, I was waiting for a man called Killian.

I groan. I really wish Darrel hadn’t turned up.

“Excuse me.”

A man’s voice takes me out of my reverie as I stroll back to my office.

My smile is forced as I turn, my mind racing to find a plausible excuse to escape another date with Darrel.

But when he comes into view, my heart starts pounding against my ribs. “Killian,” I breathe.

He smiles. He has a cute, slightly sheepish look on his face, and it’s clear that he’s feeling embarrassed.

“Gabby...” His voice trails off, and he shifts his gaze downwards, fixating on the floor.

I hold my breath, waiting for his gaze to lock with mine once again, and when it does, I smile. “Yes, Killian.”

“I … I noticed you didn’t eat,” he stammers. “Would you like some lunch?”

A hint of joy dances across my lips. It’s nice that he noticed, but... “I only have fifteen minutes left.”

“Fifteen minutes is all I need,” Killian says, and looks around, spotting a pizza cart ahead. “Pasta or pizza?”

“I love pizza.” I grin as I reach into my purse, feeling the soft fabric and the jingle of loose change, until I locate a folded twenty-dollar bill and pull it out of my purse. It’s not much, but it’s all I have.

“Me too,” he says, waving my offer away. “I’ll get them.”

“Thanks,” I sputter as I stand beside him as he makes the order, pays and takes our food.

“We’ll sit over there.” He points.

We walk to a park bench, and when I sit, I feel the smooth wood against my skin.

He shuffles closer to me, the touch of his jean-clad thighs against mine sends a jolt of electricity through my body. I think he feels it too, because as he nervously rubs his hand over his leg, his fingers accidentally brushing against my thigh.

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