The meaty part hit his crown, but that still had to rattle his brain. I landed on top of her, my chest pressed into hers as my face came to a halt inches from hers. Natalie had to know that I didn’t have the kind of time, personality, or resources to con my way into the life of a savvy billionaire, and she wasn’t stupid enough to actually buy his story about why he hid his name—not without jumping through some serious hoops. I landed on top of her, my chest pressed into hers as my face came to a halt inches from hers. “He went to another room.”
“Where’s Natalie?” I asked. She rolled her eyes, sighed, and muttered, “Knew I should have gone military.” Then she opened the door for me. “Fuck,” I said, walking over to the office desk and leaning against it, feeling a little woozy. “Because I’ve let my dick do the thinking too much,” I sighed. Or maybe we would have gotten into a relationship without setting the right expectations, and I would have just been another asshole who hurt her.”
“Expectations?” Erin asked as we headed down the hall.
