Seducing the Billionaire's Wife(18)

“Don’t you have a job to do as well?”

Yeah, she did, but his kisses had a mind-scrambling effect on her. “We’re winterizing the hotel, and then I’m free until about April.” During the winter months, she would do odd jobs here and there, but mostly, she used the time to read, take classes offered at the local community college, and spend time with friends. Basically, all the things she didn’t have time for during high season.

Much like Drew, her work was her entire life.

“About that,” he said. “I’ve instructed the staff to wait.”

“Why?” she asked, genuinely curious.

He bit the side of his lip. “Thought you would like to have the ceremony here, like you said you wanted when we were kids?”

“I can’t believe you remember I said that,” she said.

“There are many things I remember about you. About us. You made a considerable impression on me, Hannah.” He cleared his throat. “I really need to go. The papers need to be scanned and emailed to my father.”

“What am I supposed to do in the meantime?”

“What would your normally do?”

“Go home, gorge on peel-and-eat shrimp, watch reruns of Sherlock, and then crash—super exciting things like that,” she said.


Drew moved to the conference table and grabbed his briefcase. He couldn’t imagine a night like that. Without phone calls, emails, or text messages. Without business meetings conducted in local time with partners on the other side of the world. He couldn’t afford a night without all those things. Ironic considering his net worth.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Hannah held out her hand. “Give me your phone.”

Reluctantly, he handed it over. He already had her number, but he wasn’t too sure what she’d think. But honesty prevailed. “You’re already in there.”

Her brows rose. “Then that will make it easier for me to get you on my contact list.” Her fingers swept across his keyboard. “All done. I’ve just texted myself.” With a smile, she handed his phone back and he shoved it in his pocket.

They stood there, just looking at one another. He knew she was waiting on him to leave, yet he didn’t want to leave her. He wanted to carry her home with him. To his home in Charlotte.

Hell, he wanted to take her to Chesson House.

But she was right. They needed to figure out what to do next. Certainly, he knew what he wanted, but Hannah—obviously—wasn’t of the same mind. He could live with that for the time being. Her request wasn’t unreasonable, and as sweetly as she greeted him—and later kissed him—their inevitable conclusion would be welcomed. Maybe even as desired by her as it was by him.

God, the taste of her. She was so giving, so responsive… and felt so damn good in his arms, his lap. Tiny she might be, but her curves were perfectly proportioned.

His grip tightened on the handle of his briefcase. He glanced at the clock on the wall. Damn it. “I only have a few hours left,” he said. “I promise to contact you tomorrow. If you wish to inform your grandparents, I have no objections. However, please ask them to keep the news to themselves until we formally announce our intentions.”

“You’re all business, aren’t you?” she asked, her light, teasing gaze searching his face. “Maybe the old Drew needs to come out and play with me again.”

“Maybe.” He grinned, unable to help himself. Hannah was that infectious. With one last, lingering gaze, he strode out of the conference room and to the waiting limo outside.

Once the limo started down the driveway, he pulled out his phone to see what Hannah had texted herself.

This is your husband, Drew Montgomery. I will text you tomorrow after six PM.

“Well, that’s settled.” He couldn’t go back on his word, even if she’d been the one to give it. As he gazed out of the window, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d looked more forward to an appointment.

His phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen.

HANNAH: Tell your secretary to mark down this coming Saturday as a day to spend with your wife, Hannah Montgomery.

DREW: What about Sunday?

He blinked. What had made him type that response?

HANNAH: I’ll try to pencil you in, but you have to be gone before Sherlock comes on at 8. Sorry. Standing appointment. ;)

Throwing his head back, he roared with laughter.

The partition between the front and back seats lowered. “Everything okay, Mr. Montgomery?” his driver asked.

Shaking his head, Drew chuckled. “Not really, but I don’t give a damn.” He meant it, he realized. Until this point, nothing about the last two days were okay. Everything had been fucked up. His father’s demands were grating and to have to fake Hannah’s signature made him feel… guilty.