The Billionaire's Private Arrangement
“Do you read?”
Evelyn hesitated, then smiled faintly. “When I can. Nothing like this, though.” She gestured at the endless shelves. “Mostly novels, things I can carry in a bag.”
Gregory chuckled, a low, warm sound that surprised her. “That’s how I started too. Cheap paperbacks, stolen hours at night when I should’ve been sleeping. Books are companions. The kind that never leave you, even when the people do.”
Evelyn blinked. She hadn’t expected that kind of honesty from him. “I didn’t think someone like you would…” She stopped herself, embarrassed.