Page 53 of Enticing My Off Limits Billionaire

I already want her again.

Maybe she's right about me being dirty as hell.

"So when are you going to tell Ryan?" Delia asks. "He should probably be made aware for the sake of transparency--just in case anything happens."

"Anything like what?" I ask.

"When you drop off the face of the earth, I want to be able to explain that it's probably because you've shacked up in your apartment," Delia teases. "No...I just think it's wise to be honest. We're a team, right?"

"Right," Madison says. "You're absolutely right."

"And we'll tell him soon," I say. "You know...after we figure out how to break the news to Madison's father."

Delia's brows shoot up. "Talking to her dad so soon?"

I shrug, playing nonchalant. "He's a friend."

"Best friend," Madison adds. "And he knows Ryan."

Delia's eyes widen even more, and she leans forward, steepling her fingers in front of her. "The plot thickens," she says. "So...this is clandestine. Thus, the denial."

"Thus the denial," I confirm.

"But you just couldn't resist," Delia sighs, propping her chin on her hands. "It's romantic. I'm happy for you. But...you need to figure out how to tell Ryan, okay? We can't let anything hold up the theatre when the investors are already getting antsy."

"Understood," I nod. "We'll figure it out."

"And we've got the whole drive to talk about it," Madison says. "Speaking of which, we need to hit the road."

She stands up and squeezes my shoulder. "I'm going to shower and change and pack up my stuff," she says. "See you back here in thirty?"

"See ya," I murmur.

I'm surprised when she leans down to kiss me, but no one else seems remotely fazed.

I guess we weren't as secretive as we thought.

Delia doesn't say anything for a couple of minutes after Madison leaves, but I'm confident she wants to. I sip my coffee and eye her over the mug, then I put it down and lift my chin. "Well?"

"Best friends, huh?" she says. "I didn't realize."

"I met her at his wedding," I admit. "I was his best man."

"Shit," Delia says, her jaw hanging open. "Quinn, that's—"

"That's not all," I interrupt. "He married her best friend."

Delia chokes a little, then barks out a laugh.

I don't laugh with her, and she sobers.

"You're serious?"

"Dead serious," I confirm. "That's why I told you it was complicated."

"Jesus," she mutters. "Okay...that's complicated. But in that case, he should be fine with it, right? If he married her best friend—"

I groan. "This is his daughter we're talking about."

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