Page 47 of The English Billionaire's Obsession

Steve touches his earpiece. “Sir, Miss Brown is here.”

“Send her up now.”

George glances at me, a question in his eyes, but he waits until Steve is gone to ask it. “Are things going well, then?”

“I want her, mate,” I say, my voice raw with honesty. “I want to spend the rest of my life with her and to be her husband. I know it, deep down. It’s like an instinct—something I don’t have to question. It’s just there. It’s just true.”

George smiles. “I believe you.”

“You don’t think I’m mad?”

“I didn’t saythat.”

We laugh.

* * *

I kiss Amelia tenderly when she arrives, then hold her, looking down into her eyes. Her hair is tied up, showing her neck, the perfect place for kissing. She’s wearing a white shirt and black pants, professional and fierce.

“Hello, sir,” she says once we’ve embraced, nodding at George.

George chuckles. “No need for that here.”

“Was—”

She cuts off, but I can read her.

“It’s okay. You can ask.”

“Was I really the best candidate?”

George beams. “By far.”

She looks up at me, eyes filled with emotion. “He’s going to be okay.”

“He better bloody be, but what’s wrong, Ami?”

George drifts to the coffee machine near the window, giving us privacy.

“It’s nothing,” she says.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I hug her close to me, staring intensely into her eyes. “And don’t tell menothing.”

“Have you seen the photo?”

I smirk. “Outside Buckingham? I think we make a great couple.”

“The whole world knows we’re together now.”

“Good, let them. I’m proud of you.”

She beams so beautifully, her cheeks flushed, but then she purses those pretty lips again. “Mom and Dad know about us. I spoke to them before I came here.”

“And what’s the verdict?”

She swallows. “Dad thinks maybe you’re just with me for you-know-what. Mom’s happy and supportive, I’d say, but they both… It doesn’t matter, not now.”

“Itdoesmatter. You must stop thinking that, Ami, or I’ll get mad.”

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