Page 23 of Shelve that Billionaire

I roll my eyes at him. “I do not.”

He raises an eyebrow.

I flush. “Okay, fine. I do.”

Amelia squeals. “Then you’re hired.”

I squeal too, and Bryan pulls me into his arms. “Congratulations, my precious!”

“Does that mean you’ll start Monday?” Amelia asks hopefully.

“Can you give me a week? Bryan and I…” I trail off, because Amelia may be one of my best friends, but I don’t plan on telling her all the naughty things I plan to do with my man to celebrate the new addition to our family—at least a few of which are shelved at the end of the row in 613.9.

Sex. I plan to have a lot of sex. With the man of my dreams.