Page 18 of Dirty Filthy Billionaire: Part 2

She looks at me as if I’ve lost a marble or twelve. “Hello, because of yesterday. Because of Jen and what she heard or knows.” She shakes her head. “No way can I show my face there again. Humiliating.” She raises the sheets and truly buries herself beneath them. I yank them off in one tug. “Hey!”

“Up, young lady. Stop looking for excuses.”

“I’m not!”

“No one knows what happened between us. I promise. If it’ll make you happy, I’ll talk to Jen to make sure there’s no misunderstanding.”

“Ha, please,” Mia says. “She’s told half the office by now.”

“If she has she’ll be out of a job,” I say. Jen is no one to me; Mia, on the other hand, has definitely become someone. Someone I already want to protect. “If anyone hears any tales about you—from Jen or anyone else—I will bring down the full extent of my wrath.”

“Your wrath?” Mia giggles.

I kiss her. “Get up, get dressed, and get your ass to work. That’s an order.”

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