How To Catch A Billionaire(19)
Author: Helen Cooper

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“This is delicious.” I finished my omelet and sat back. “I think I just gained five lbs.” I laughed.

“I can help you work it off.”

“Yeah. You’d love to, I’m sure.” I grinned at him. “Thanks. I promise to take you out for a meal when I get my first paycheck.”

“Ok.” His eyes crinkled. “How would you feel about us leaving tomorrow?”

“But tomorrow’s Thursday?” I frowned. “I thought we were going for the weekend?”

“I figured we could go down earlier and get you better acquainted with my parents and grandparents before my two cousins come down on Saturday.”

“Oh.” I bit my lip. “I didn’t know your whole family was going to be there.”

“Well, not my whole family.” He grabbed my hand. “It’ll be fine.”

“I guess so.” I scratched my head. “I really hope so.”

“Bring some formal dresses with you as well.”

“What? Why?”

“We dress up for dinner.” He placed some cash on the table and stood up and we walked out of the diner. “You do have formal dresses, right?”

“I may have my prom dress with me.” I tried to remember if I had brought it with me. “And maybe another dress that would work. I’ll have to check in my closet.”

“We can go shopping if you need some stuff.”

“That’s ok.” I smiled at him. There was no way I was spending any of my $25,000 on some dresses I would never wear again.

“Are you sure?” He looked at me thoughtfully. “I thought women loved it when a man took them shopping.”

“I’m not Julia Roberts, you know.” I punched him in the arm. “I may be hot and fun but I’m not a hooker.” I saw the confusion in his face and laughed. “Pretty Woman? Hello.”

“Ok.” He rubbed his forehead. “I may regret asking this but what does Pretty Woman have to do with our conversation.”

“Remember when Richard Gere gives her a wad of cash so she can go to Rodeo Drive to buy a bunch of expensive clothes to impress his friends?”

“Vaguely.”

“Well, it’s the same thing. You want me to get dolled up for your family. But you can’t buy me, Harry.” I threw my hands up in the air dramatically.

“I don’t want to be funny here Sarah, but aren’t I paying you $50,000 to play the role of my fiancée?”

“Whatever Harry. You do not get it.” I walked away from him and sighed. “Come on then, let’s go and buy me a dress.”

“I swear I can’t keep up with you, Sarah.” He grinned at me and followed me into a store.

“That’s likely because most of the women you date don’t have much upstairs.”

“You mean their tits?” He grinned.

“Their brains, pervert.”

“Sure.”

I rolled my eyes at him and walked over to the dresses, looking for the most expensive ones I could find. Let him pay out the nose if that was what he wanted. I found some couture dresses by Dolce and Gabbana and grinned.

“Hey Harry, I found the dresses I want.”

He walked over to me and glanced at them. “Wow, that was quick. Are you sure?”

“Yup.” I grinned. This was kind of fun.

“Okay let’s get them.” We walked the two dresses to the cashier and he didn’t even bat an eyelash when the cashier asked him for $10,000. He just handed over his credit card and I felt like my whole point was lost.

“Now what do you want to do?” He grinned at me after I thanked him for the dresses.

“Let’s go back to my place. That way I can pack and you can get to know me a bit better.”

“That sounds good, Sarah Jane.”

“Bradley,” I growled.

“Yes, Sarah Jane?” He grinned at me mischievously.

“Nothing Bradley.” I smiled at him sweetly. “I just wish you were Bradley Cooper. I wonder what he’s like in bed.”

“I’ll get you for that,” he growled into my ear and I squealed as he patted my ass.

“Just wait until tonight.”

“Nothing’s going to happen tonight.”

“Sure.” He winked at me and we walked to his car casually. I was grinning like an idiot with my two new dresses, happy to be enjoying myself with this man.

Chapter 11

“You sure have a lot of clothes.” Harry sat at my desk as I packed my suitcase.

“Not as many as most girls.” I flung two pairs of jeans on the bed and looked for my leather pants. “Do you think I should bring some skirts as well?”

“We’re only going for four days Sarah, not four weeks.” Harry grinned at me. “So tell me all about yourself, Sarah Jane Smith.”

“Well there’s not much.” I plop down on my bed to take a break from packing. “I grew up near Miami, in a town called Coral Gables.”

“Nice.” He smiled at me. “You’re a sunshine baby.”

“Yeah.” I grinned at him. “My parents divorced when I was ten but they continued living together.”

“After they got divorced?” Harry looked at me in surprise.

“Yup.” I nodded and grinned. “I’ve got a weird family.”

“So when did they start living apart? When you went to college?”

“Nope.” I stretched out and sighed. “They still live together; even though both me and my brother have left the house.”

“What? Why? For money?”

“No. My dad’s a lawyer and my mom owns her own boutique.”

“So why then?”

“Because they are soulmates.”

“Soulmates?” Harry looks at me in confusion. “But they got divorced?”

“Haha, it’s confusing. Basically, my dad and mom met in high school and got married before college. My mom had me when my dad was in law school and then my brother right after he graduated. They were happily married until my dad boinked his secretary.”

“Well that will ruin the happy part.”

“Yeah. So my mom found out because the secretary thought she got pregnant.”

“Whoa.”

“Yeah. Only it was a lie she told my dad to get him to leave my mom. Only it backfired because he realized he still loved my mom. However, my mom couldn’t get over his cheating and so she divorced him. Only they still love each other.”