My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Ducking into the bathroom, Lexi took a breather on the toilet, tapping her chest and feeling grateful for having barely dodged a tricky situation. She mumbied to herself, “No wonder Sean is Mr. Larson’s right hand. His powers of persuasion are so strong, he nearly got me to spill the beans.”

After a moment’s thought, she decided her first move would be to text Janet and fill her in, before pondering on whether to let Sean in on the secret.

Moments later, Janet noticed a new message from Lexi pop up on her computer screen as she worked at her desk.

Lexi wrote, “Boss, Sean was inquinng about what occurred at the studio today that frustrated you. Should I spill?”

Janet raised an eyebrow and let out a soft laugh, stealing a glance at Brandon, who sat by the couch, wearing a grave expression.

She couldn’t deny that Brandon’s concern had a soothing effect on her. She typed back promptly, “No, let me deal with this.”

Brandon a playful

of embarrassment. However, he denied it and retorted, “I have no

to her amusement. She taunted, “If you’re curious about my day, it’s

little more, contrasting his usually impassive face.

his ineptitude, Brandon feigned nonchalance and played along with Janet, asking, “Even though I’m lost, I’m more than willing to do whatever it takes to keep you cheerful. So, what

Janet’s face. “That’s for you to figure out.

dying sunlight, making him a sight for sore eyes. As he adjusted his tie, his well-defined jaw lifted slightly, accentuating the attractive bulge of his Adam’s apple. Caught in his allure, Janet found her heart fluttering. She swallowed hard and lightly clenched her fist. “What… What are you planning to do?” As soon as the words escaped her, Janet chided herself. His

thin lips curled into a dangerous smile, his voice deep and

do you suppose? My

tone left room for interpretation, causing Janet’s breath

desk and standing right in front of her with a mischievous