How To Catch A Billionaire(33)
Author: Helen Cooper

“We have some vodka, the cheap stuff, some orange juice and some Bud Light.” I laughed.

“I’ll have a Bud Light.” He laughed.

“Smart man.” I walked to the kitchen and Jane pulled me to her side as soon as I walked in and whispered.

“Oh my gosh, how was it?” she said breathlessly.

“It was good.” I kept my voice low. “But I think I messed up, Jane,” I whined.

“Oh no.” She sighed. “Are you pregnant?”

“No! Why do you keep asking me that?” I sighed. “I’m falling for him.”

“Isn’t that good?” She frowned.

“No, he doesn’t believe in love.” I felt like I was going to cry.

“Oh shit, sorry luv.” Jane hugged me and I pulled away.

“Thanks.”

“We need to come up with a plan,” she said excitedly.

“What do you mean?”

“You know. Like a how to get a guy sort of thing. How to make him love you.”

“Yeah, I don’t know if such a plan exists.” I sigh.

“Then we’ll create one.” She grinned.

I grinned back at her infectiously. “Yeah. We can call it ‘How To Catch A Billionaire’.”

“That’s perfect.” She laughed and I grabbed the beers.

“Okay, let’s talk when he leaves.” I smiled at her and walked back to the living room to see Harry completely relaxed on the couch with his shoes off. I stopped and watched him for a minute. It warmed my heart to see him there; I could easily pretend that he was my real boyfriend and that we were just spending a night in, like any other normal couple. As I stared at him, I knew that he was it. He was the one. And I wasn’t sure, no matter what Jane wanted us to plan, if I would ever see my happily ever after. I laughed to myself as I thought about the crazy story he had told me earlier about Angelica—what other man would think that acting out a story like that would make a good joke? None. Because it really wasn’t a good joke. It was an awful, awful story but it had showed me that he and I were a lot more alike than I would have ever imagined.

“There you are.” Harry turned towards me and smiled. “I was about to call 911, you were gone so long.”

“Sorry, I was just catching up with Jane.”

“Oh did she say if she will come?”

“Come where?” Jane walked into the room with some mini-quiches and nuts.

“Oh, I asked Sarah if she wants to come to the Caribbean this weekend with my family and I. We thought it might be nice if you came. We even have a nice guy for you to meet. And of course, the travel costs are on me. We’ll fly in my private jet and stay at a hotel I own.”

“You own a hotel in the Caribbean?” I looked at him impressed.

“I own hotels all over the world, Sarah. I’m a multi-billionaire with diversified interests. You should know that.” He laughed. “You did work for me.”

“I forgot,” I lied. “So are you down, Jane?” I looked at my grinning friend.

“Hello? Are you joking right now? I am sooo there. Just tell me how many days we are going for and more about the guy.”

“Yeah, how long will we be there?” I ask Harry, not that it really matters, Jane and I had nothing waiting for us when we got back.

“How long can you guys stay? I was thinking a week?”

“A week on a Caribbean island? Did I die and go to heaven?” Jane squealed and danced around the room. “This is so awesome.”

“I can see why you two are best friends.” Harry grinned at me as Jane danced across the room.

“Yeah. We’re both a bit kooky.” I laughed. “But Jane, I’m hungry. Please go and finish dinner.”

“Okies,” She giggled and ran to the kitchen.

“So I guess I’m going.” I went and sat down next to Harry. “This better be fun!”

“It’ll be great.” Harry put his arm around me. “I forgot to give you your check. Is it okay if I give it to you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” I wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to bother giving me a check anymore. But let’s be real, I needed the money.

***

“So can I stay the night?” Harry whispered in my ear as Jane cleaned up the plates from the table.

“Oh? You want to stay?” I couldn’t keep the disappointment from my voice and Harry laughed.

“Well, I’ve never had someone sound quite so happy to hear me ask to stay before.”

“Oh no, it’s not that.” I looked to the ceiling. “It’s just that tonight is our night to, uhm, draw comics.”

“Draw comics?” Harry’s voice sounded disbelieving.

“Yeah, we like to create our own stories for the Archie Andrews characters.” I smiled at him. “So that we can make sure Archie ends up with Betty and not Veronica.”

“Uhm, ok?” He stood up. “I guess I’ll get going then.”

“Well, if you don’t mind.” I walked him towards the door. “I guess I’ll see you soon.”

“Wait, what?” Harry stopped at the front door and looked at me puzzled. “You’re being serious here? You want me to leave?”

“Not if you are too tired to go home, I guess.” I bit my lip. “I thought you would have been fed up with me by now.”

“I would have thought that as well.” He stared at me. “But I like spending time with you.”

“That’s cause I’m Shera.”

“Shera?”

“You know from He-Man.” I grinned and held my arm up. “I’ve got the power, to pick up a flower, it’ll take me an hour or two, HE-MAN.” I sang.

“Are you on drugs, Sarah?” He reached his hand up to my forehead.

“I’ve never done drugs,” I told him honestly. “I’d like to try weed though. I’ve a feeling it would be cool to get high.”

“Drugs aren’t cool, Sarah. Didn’t you go to school?” He leaned back against the door and smirked.

“Have you done drugs?”

“I plead the fifth.”

“So that’s a yes.”

“So shall I stay or shall I go?” He pulled me towards him and stared down at me.

“I thought we agreed you were going.”

“So you and Jane can draw Archie cartoons?”

“Comics!”