The Billionaire's Regret
“If we fight her now, she’ll be giving speeches until noon.”
Javier had already taken off his jacket and thrown it over an armchair. “I support the audience,” he said. “She’s much funnier than my meetings.”
“Of course,” I muttered. “This entire house is a circus, and I’m the clown with the mortgage.”
Ten minutes later, the sofa bed was open. A thin ivory blanket was spread out. Pillows were piled up. Bunny was placed in the center like an honored guest. Poppy sat cross-legged on top of it, her little cardigan still covering her chubby body, her tiny feet disappearing beneath her skirt and the blanket, her bangs falling over half her forehead, her miniature Sebastian face looking far too plea