The Billionaire's Proposal(10)

By: Avery James

“What do I do?”

“Did you tell him?”

“No, as soon as I learned his name, I made an excuse and ran off. Abby, I need your help. I should have told him. I should go find him and tell him now.” Maggie sat down on a chair by the window and took a deep breath. Everything’s going to be okay.

“No,” Abby said. “Call it a night and explain things to him tomorrow. Everything’s going to be fine. You just need to get him on a plane by Monday morning. As long as you do that, you’ll be fine. You really made out with Gavin Howard?”

“Yeah, and it was really good.”

“I’m proud of you for putting yourself out there. Next time, choose someone who isn’t a client.” There was more commotion in the background as Abby talked.

“That wasn’t my fault!”

“I’m teasing,” Abby said. “Just get him here, and everything will be fine. I have to go, though. This Hill scandal is going to be big enough that no one will have any time to care about your dalliance. It’s too bad we’ve already found him a wife. I think the two of you would have made a wonderful couple. Gotta run.”

Maggie stared at her phone after the call ended. Maybe her professional life wasn’t over, but she still had no idea how she was going to explain to Harry that she was his handler. She tried to work through the possible ways of explaining herself without ruining everything that had happened between them. She knew that was dumb, that he was her client and that she should keep things professional, but she wanted her relationship with him to mean something more than that. Why was it that when she finally met a guy she really liked, he was the one person in the world she couldn’t be with?

Her buzz from the alcohol and the kissing was starting to wear off, and Maggie felt exhausted. She made her way over to bed and set an alarm for the next morning. She wanted to close her eyes and put everything out of her mind for a while. Instead she thought about that kiss, the way Harry or Gavin or whatever he went by tasted, how she had felt beautiful and wanted in his arms. If she hadn’t asked him his name, he’d be in bed with her right now. Half of her wished that had been the case, and the other half knew she’d just narrowly averted disaster.

She wondered if she’d be able to tell him the truth or if she’d ignore reality for a little while, giving them a shot at happiness for even a moment. One moment, she thought, Harry would like that. She didn’t know what she was going to do when she saw him next. The only thing she did know was that Monday morning couldn’t come soon enough.


Maggie arrived in the lobby half an hour early for her meeting with Harry. She couldn’t think of him as Gavin, and, until she told him the truth about who she was, she had to push his real identity out of her mind. She had been a bundle of nervous energy all morning. She’d had trouble sleeping, and what sleep she did get had been filled with dreams of what it would be like to kiss him again.

Harry found his way to the lobby ten minutes late. Maggie was almost glad to have some reason to be annoyed with him. Maybe he’ll be a jerk and make my confession that much easier, she thought. But his eyes lit up as soon as he saw her across the room. “Hey there, I thought we were meeting outside,” Harry said. He hugged her and planted a kiss on her cheek. The feeling of his lips was enough to make Maggie consider waiting another day before telling him the truth. “I was starting to think you had stood me up before I realized I’m an idiot,” he said. “Come on, I pulled up the car. Let’s go.”

He led her out the convertible she’d seen him step out of the day before. He opened the door and helped her in. So much for him being a jerk. “I like your car,” she said as he pulled onto the street. The sun was shining, and the wind was blowing through her hair. Everything would be perfect if Harry wasn’t her client. “I have to tell you something,” she said.

“If it’s about you running off last night, don’t worry about it,” he said. “I don’t want you to think it was my intention for anything to happen.”

“It has nothing to do with last night,” she said.

“As soon as I told you who I was, you ran off,” he said. “I’m not saying it was a bad decision, I’m just curious as to why. Usually, it has the opposite effect. As soon as people find out who I am, they become much friendlier. Can I make a confession?”

“If you let me make one too,” she said.

“I like that about you. I like the fact that you seem to like me for who I am instead of who I am.”

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