Billionaire's Accidental Wife

Chapter 22

If she’d thought Dave had looked good in that T-shirt while at Sebastian’s house one year ago –well, shut her mouth. And open it again, because those dimples were in danger of making Chelsea’s jaw hit the floor. How could he look so good in a suit?

He wore a dark navy suit, the jacket unbuttoned and the scarlet silk of his shirt making his skin almost glow. He’d tugged off his tie in the heat and was now absentmindedly wrapping it around and around his strong, graceful hands. His gorgeous eyes seemed to sparkle in the faint light of the torches and fireworks, and his hair fell in defiant curls around his face. A hint of stubble graced his cheeks, just enough to rasp against someone’s skin if he leaned down to claim their mouth with those full, pouty lips… Oops, Shawn was saying words. She should probably pay attention to Richmond’s words and not Dave’s lips and notice how Jane and Catherine are eying her like a mother hen. Though Dave’s lips were definitely more interesting.

He’s got a company to run, Chelsea reminded herself. He’s off-limits, and also, he’s a jerk! He chose his work over hers. Like, who does that? One minute he was telling her he bloody loved her, and the next he told her that she needed to stay away from him for a while.

Jerk!

with a jerk, Security will ask her to step out from the line. “-all in the museum together,” Shawn was explaining to Jane. “Dave, my wife and I played Indian Jones together in Thailand. If I’d taken either of their advice back then, i’d have made my fortune a

to them. While Dave took Chelsea’s hand and kissed it. “Nice to meet you again, Chelsea” Catherine and Jane’s eyebrows climbed so high they could have formed their own airline. Dave took her hand. “Stop being a jerk, Dave,” she said shortly, pulling her hand away. “Dave, did you forget your manners again?” Catherine asked. “He likes to put on the whole Prince Charming act now, but way way back home, he couldn’t speak two words to girls that weren’t ‘move,

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widened. “Unless you want me to bring up that incident with you, the sorority, the drunk homeless man, ice cream, and the fire department.” Catherine shot a fake-panicked look at Jane and Chelsea, who rolled their eyes. Shawn retorted with a smile. “Another tale of your misspent

change the subject. Where’s your lovely date, Dave? Have you met her, Chelsea?” Jane raised her brow and winked at

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a new name that they were going to have to add another page to the entry in the encyclopedia. “Oh, there you are, Davey dear!” she simpered like a little lost kitten. “Ugh, this charity ball is such a drag! And oh my God, books. Like, what are poor kids even going to do with books? Can they even, like, read? Aren’t they all on crack?” Chelsea breathed in harder and raised her eyebrows at Dave. Everyone froze for a second. They could see the thoughts slowly travelling across their faces as they wondered if they had really heard what they thought they had just heard, and if so, whether they should laugh, yell, or cry. Dave looked like he sincerely hoped the ground would open up beneath him and he

out and surveyed the scene. The coast was clear; Dave and his bimbo…she wanted to

a moment before going to rejoin them, just watching them, so in love and so unselfconscious. Shawn teases Catherine by holding a chocolate-dipped strawberry just too high for her to grab and then kisses her gently before feeding it to her himself. Catherine laughs and relaxes into his arms, her eyes closing in delighted contentment. Catherine had her man and

if her