Page 45 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

"What's up, buttercup?"

"Not my ass, if that's why you're calling."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm assuming you want seconds and that's why you've been blowing my phone up, but as I said before, I'm not?—"

"I'm going to stop you right there, Sabrina. If you think I'm calling you for a booty call, you're out of your mind."

"Okay, so then why are you calling?"

"I wanted to ensure you got home okay on Saturday night after you left so abruptly."

"Oh, okay." She's silent for a few moments. "So there was nothing else you wanted to mention?"

"Like what?"

"Nothing," she says quickly. “I was just curious.”

“Are you expecting me to express my undying love for you?” I tease her, and for a few moments, I wish that she were here in my office so I could see her. "I can do that if you want."

"You really want seconds, huh?"

"Well, I had seconds already. How are you feeling, by the way?"

"I'm fine." She pauses. "But Sunday, my thighs were burning, and I could barely walk."

"Sorry about that."

"Sure, you are.”

“I am.”

“Uh-huh. Hold on a second." She puts her hand on speakerphone because I can hear her talking to someone in a muffled tone. "No, you're goofy," she says, laughing as she removes her hand. "Don't." She giggles. Then I hear a male voice responding. "Let's check it out tonight." I frown at his comment. What is he talking about? What are they going to check out later tonight? "Okay, I'll text you when I leave the senior center," she says, her tone happy. Then she speaks into the phone, her voice annoyed again. "Can I go now that you know I'm fine?"

"Are you mad at me, Sabrina?" I'm annoyed. "What's going on here? Do you regret what happened on Saturday night when you were desperately trying to show me that you didn't want me?"

"I don't regret it." She sighs. "It's just complicated. I get now why you turned me down last year. It's not really something that makes sense. We're in two different worlds."

"Umm, as far as I know, we both live here on Earth, in the same city."

"You know what I mean."

"What's going on tonight?" I ask her innocently. I want to know who that man was. Hopefully not another loser from a dating app.

"What do you mean?" She is going to torment me.

"Your plans for tonight with that person you were just speaking to while I was on hold?" I frown as I see an unfamiliar number calling me. I send it to voicemail.

"Oh, you heard that?"

"Yes!" I'm silent, waiting for her to explain further, but she doesn't say anything. "You left something at my apartment," I say finally.

"What? I'm not missing anything."

"I can bring it to campus for you tonight, if you want?"

"Tonight?" She coughs and then recovers. "Sure...why don't you come up tonight? I'm sure everyone will love to see you."

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