Page 55 of Wrong Room, Right Billionaire

“Here,” I say, stopping him and pulling him towards me. “What if we just stand here?”

“Just stand here?” he asks.

“Yeah. We can take photos. Watch the sunset. Other things…” I trail off.

The beach is actually pretty private right now. Most people are eating dinner or out on the town and are done with the beach for the day. Apart from a few people walking in the distance, we pretty much have the beach to ourselves. The entire ocean to ourselves.

And speaking of that…

“Oh, look!” I say, pointing at the water. “Did you see it?” I ask.

“See what?” he asks, turning his head to look out over the water.

“There was a whale!” I tell him.

“A whale?” he asks.

“I saw a whale!” I say. I’m so excited by the idea of it that I am almost unaware that we are basically embracing.

“Are you sure?” Morgan asks skeptically. “I don’t think you can see whales unless you’re near the cliffs.”

“I saw one!” I insist. And a moment later I see it again. “See!?”

“Oh. Wow,” he says. Then he looks back at me.

“It’s crazy!” I exclaim. “I’ve never seen one from the beach either! It’s beautiful,”

“Yes. It is,” Morgan says gently, and I turn to look at him. Sure enough, he’s staring at me and not the water.

“Wow.” I shake my head. “What a line.”

“Who says it was a line?” he asks. “I’m complimenting you.”

“Yeah, with the cheesiest line in the book,” I say.

“What book?” he scoffs.

“You know. The girl says the view is beautiful. The guy agrees. All the while he’s staring at her and not the view,” I rattle off.

“I have an idea,” he says. “What if the girl shuts up and kisses the guy?” Morgan asks, and my heart does a backflip in my chest before Morgan’s lips cover mine.

As the kiss goes deeper, he pulls me against him. But it’s not like in the bedroom. Hurried or in spite of anything. It’s slow, sweet, deep and warm.

And despite the lack of alcohol or promises of any kind, I kind of allow myself to just get lost in it. Even if it’s all for show, it’s kind of like the rest of my job, isn’t it? There’s nothing wrong with enjoying it, right?

Chapter 19

Morgan

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think this might have backfired a little,” Donovan cringes.

“You think?!” I snap, tossing my phone aside because I can’t stand to look at it anymore. On the screen is the headline of an article, an article written last night that went viral by dawn.

“This is a bit of a mess, that’s for sure,” Donovan says as he continues to gawk at it. I reach for my Americano and take a sip, burning my mouth. But it’s nothing compared to the burning in my chest caused by the bullshit. Bullshit that, if I had to guess, my brother is behind.

“Sorry I’m late,” Scarlett says as she scurries into the resort conference room, coffee in hand. “There was a line at the coffee shop and everyone was staring at me,” she says, clearly frazzled.

When Donovan called me while I was on a morning run, I immediately called her, waking her from a sound slumber. She’s actually still in the shorts and tank she wore to bed. The only difference is she is wearing shoes, and her messy hair that was splayed out on the pillow when I left this morning is in a bun on top of her head. Donovan is the only one in business attire, but I don’t even care.