Page 28 of Resisting the Billionaire

“Gabriel-”

“Do you like it?” he interrupts.

“Yes.”

“Then it’s staying.” I open my mouth again, but he cuts me off. “Please let me do this for you.”

I watch him quietly, the mood in the room shifting to something more serious. “Why?”

He takes a moment to reply. “Because I like helping you.”

My heart opens, just a sliver, but it’s enough for him to wedge his way in there.

Damn it.

I bite my lip, wavering slightly until I finally relent. Not that I put up much of a fight. Everything is so pretty in here. “Okay. And thank you. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.” He beams, pleased with himself. “And I got you two new bookings.”

I completely forgot about that.

I walk around my desk, plenty of room between it and the wall, and slide into my new chair. It’s got freaking lumbar support.

“You booked two events?”

“Yep. A quinceanera and a wedding. Your deluxe package,” he says with a twinkle in his eye.

“Seriously?” That’s a good chunk of change.

“All the details are in your planner and Google calendar.”

I stare at my laptop. “How’d you-”

“You don’t have that thing password protected. And you saved all your website passwords in your browser. Tsk tsk,” he reproaches me playfully.

All right. I’m not even going to get into the ethics of that right now. “And Mrs. Woods?”

“Oh, we’re besties.” He takes a seat in one of the paisley print chairs, casually crossing his legs. “I told you, I’d take care of everything.”

It’s true, he did. I just hadn’t really believed it. “Maybe I’ll have to put you to work more often.”

“You couldn’t afford my hourly rate,” he teases back.

No, I bet not.

“But for you, it’s free of charge.”

I hide a smile, warmth spreading through my chest at his soft tone. But just as soon as I realize what I’m doing, I tamp the feeling down. I need to be focusing on the wedding.

Not the guy who’s in it.

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