Page 62 of Billion Dollar Revenge

Oliver’s shoulders drop. Yeah, he needs to talk to me about something.

“I-I’ve got to get back to my class anyway,” Chelsea says.

“I can walk y?” I offer without thinking. I hate the thought of her walking alone.

“No. Stay. I’m fine,” she cuts me off with a wave of her hand.

I glance at my watch. Shit, she’s right. Even though I want to, I can’t. I have a video meeting too, but Oliver will fill the final ten minutes.

Staring at her in an ‘are you sure?’ kind of way, she laughs, shaking her head before she lifts a gentle hand to my cheek.

“I’ll talk to you soon.”

She pulls away, and my jaw tics from her touch on my face.

“Nice to see you again, Oliver,” she says as she walks her way to the elevator, and it’s not until the sounds of the doors closing does Oliver bring his gaze to me and walk farther in.

His eyebrows rise. “Looks like I interrupted something…”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” I murmur, looking down and fixing the papers that we moved on my desk. “I have ten minutes, and then I have a meeting to get to.”

He smirks. “I’ll make this quick, then.”

I sit in my office chair and try not to linger my gaze to where Chelsea was reclining with her thighs apart. I was so close to finally kissing her again.

“I’ve got this gallery I want to buy, but the owner is old school and thinks I’m a young guy who plays the field and only pretends to be interested in art.”

“And?” I encourage, wanting him to get to the point as quickly as possible.

“I’m thinking of asking Karley to pretend to be my wife until I get the gallery.”

I exhale. “You mean your best friend’s sister?”

“She’s smart, pretty, and she knows a lot about art.”

I snort. “She hates your guts.”

He shrugs. “I’m willing to pay her.”

Is he kidding? “She’ll slap you if you say that.”

“You think?”

“You’re an idiot sometimes. Just be honest with her and tell her the truth.”

I bet she gives him a hard time. But I keep that piece of information to myself.

His eyebrows pull together. “And she’ll just do it?”

“Yes, but I bet she makes you pay for it in return.”

He sighs heavily. “This gallery is important to me.”

“Why?”

“It’s the biggest one in New York. It will finally get my name taken seriously.”

I frown. “And it isn’t already? We’re the Lincolns.”

---