Page 60 of The Billionaire and the Geek

“Are you asking me to thank you?” I say.

“Absolutely, not only did you get a great book deal but you scored yourself a hot billionaire silver fox as well. You should be doubly thanking me.” Nate puffs out his chest like he’s some sort of modern day cupid. Ru rolls his eyes, which is his standard response to a lot of what Nate says and does.

“Then thank you.” I give him a little bow of my head.

“Hmm, I think we need something a bit bigger, grander, a gesture.” He flings out the arm that isn’t around Ru’s shoulders. I know him well enough to know he has something in mind.

“Like?” I prompt him.

“How about a week, notwoweeks on that yacht of yours.”

“It’s Chase’s yacht, not mine.”

“Ah, but he’ll say no to me. But ifyouask him, he won’t refuse.”

I can’t help but laugh. I know that’s not true but it’s funny that Nate thinks so. I also know that Nate and Ru could afford their own yacht, or to hire one, but for some reason borrowing one sounds better. I tell them that I’ll see what I can do and go to try and find Chase again. It takes me a while as I get stopped by everyone on the way. The offices are filled with professionals from the publishing industry, Chase’s work, as well as friends and family. I know Gab and Harrison have already sent their congratulations to him and he’ll catch up with them in New York and LA on the book tour. Eventually I get back to him just as he’s about to cut the cake, which is shaped like his book of course. After it’s been cut and distributed the party starts to disperse and the clean-up crew take over. I follow Chase back to his office and stare out of the window. It’s late in the day, and the sun is just going down.

“What do you have on for the rest of the week?” I ask as Chase settles himself behind his desk. He brings up his calendar and takes a look.

“I have three meetings, but nothing that can’t be done remotely or rescheduled. Why?”

I walk over to him and he swivels his chair round to face me.

“We’ve worked hard to get to this day, and I was thinking that we’re going to be very busy for a whole month soon. So maybe we could spend the rest of the week at the castle. Working, but also not too hard.”

It was six months before I finally moved in with Chase. It made sense when I spent so much time with him that all I used to do was go back to my flat to throw out rancid milk.

“Now those are the sorts of lessons you’ve learned from me that I approve of.” He pulls me onto his lap and I straddle him. I’ve learned to balance work and taking time off, and Chase was right that it would make me even better and more productive when I did.

“I’ve always maintained that we can learn a lot from ancient things,” I say and watch his expression change to dark amusement.

“Minx,” he mutters, and I muffle anything else he was going to say by kissing him.