How to Belong with a Billionaire (Arden St. Ives #3)

by Alexis Hall

I mean, it was a bit of a Lady Catherine de Bourgh–type situation, wasn’t it? You didn’t go around telling people they had no right to marry Mr. Darcy unless there was the teeniest tiniest possibility Mr. Darcy wanted to marry them. By the same token, Nathaniel wouldn’t need to make big I’m with Caspian gestures if he truly believed he was.

I glanced up to discover George lounging at the end of my desk and looking impossibly hot in a very fitted, bottle-green suit and skyscraper Louboutins. “Go away please,” I said virtuously. “I am very busy and important.”

I understood that reference. :p

“I even heard him singing in the office once, when he thought I’d left for the day.” “Caspian can sing?” “Most assuredly he cannot.”

Squish. Pfft. XD

“Who gives a fuck about the bathroom?” I did. A little bit. But it was winter in the garden of my fucks right now. “I’m not doing this. My face needs food and then all of me needs to be unconscious.”

Arden is all of us.

I hope there’s a special place in hell reserved for people who say “Tell me about yourself.” Maybe not right in Satan’s arsehole with the betrayers, but pretty damn near it. Satan’s taint? Just behind his balls, where it’d be all sweaty with hellfire. “There’s not much to tell.”

“How do you feel about The Princess Bride?” I actually gasped. “Caspian, I love love love The Princess Bride. But I had no idea it was a book.” “It’s somewhat more involved than the film. Though still rather charming.” “Rather charming? I am losing my shit here.” I was so excited I was practically bouncing. “I can’t believe you’re going to read me The Princess Bride.

“As you wish.”

Fssh. Send help. I've figuratively fallen and I can't get up.