The Billionaire's Unexpected Wife
I tilted my beer toward him, and he cocked his head and paused for a moment, lost in thought.
“Cheesy eighties movies,” he replied finally.
“Seriously?”
He nodded. “Yep. Streets of Fire, The Warriors, anything like that. You get the picture.”
“I thought your tastes would be a little more refined,” I teased.
“Well, maybe you could show me some cheesy eighties horror movies and refine me a little,” he suggested. I took another sip of my beer and eyed him over the top of the bottle. He looked relaxed, laid-back in a way I hadn’t seen him before now.
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