Page 209 of The Billionaire's Secret
"I actually did miss one," he drawls.
"What?"
"When we first met, you asked if I’d missed a name." He flexes his shoulders, "Turns out, I did."
"What is it?" I rest my chin on his chest. "No, let me guess."
He raises his eyebrow, "Do I want to know?"
I snicker, "Is it, insensitive wart?"
He smirks.
"Giant squid?"
He chuckles, "It is giant, though I'd rather liken it to an octopus than a squid."
I choke, "You're a mugglepuff, you know that?"
He blinks, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You don't?" I sit up.
"Nope."
I gape, "You've never read Harry Potter?"
What does that have to do with anything?" he glowers.
"You hate The Beatles..." I count off on my fingers, "You've never read a Harry Potter novel," I shake my head. "Next you'll tell me you've never seen,When Harry met Sally."
He reddens.
I throw up my hands, "What the hell am I doing with you?"
"Does it help that the missing name is Harry?" he drawls.
I pout, "You're kidding me."
"Believe it," he raises his shoulders, "or not."
I peer into his face, "That's such a typical Saint-Douchebag-Caldwell retort."
"And it turns you on," his lips curl.
"Now hold on a second—"
His phone buzzes.
I freeze.
His jaw tics.
It buzzes again.
"Let it go," I whisper.
He searches my features and swallows, "I can't."
