The Wrong Billionaire's Bed Quotes

“A baby, huh?” A wide grin crossed his face. “Damn. I must have some incredible sperm.”
― Jessica Clare, The Wrong Billionaire's Bed

“Then the two of us raise that baby with Twinkie power,” Daphne said stubbornly. “It can have two moms. Or just one. We can pitch-hit and switch out. I’ll put on some boring clothes and re-dye my hair and the kid will never suspect a thing.”
― Jessica Clare, The Wrong Billionaire's Bed

“He shrugged and glanced at her hair. “Rough night?”

Her brows drew together. “What makes you say that?”

“Your bun is askew.”

Audrey’s fingers flew to her hair. Sure enough, it was lopsided and puffy on one side. “Damn it.”

Reese set down the spoon and turned to her, reaching for her hair. “Here, I’ll fix it for you.”

She frowned but stood still, dropping her hands. “That’s very domestic of you.”

“Nah. I mostly wanted to see what this looks like when it’s not in a grandma style.” And he reached forward and snipped the band with a pair of scissors.

She yelped, pulling away even as he ran his fingers through her hair, making it puff out into a halo around her head. “You a**hole!”

“Look at that! All that loose, untamed hair!” He teased, even as he tried to run his fingers through it again. “It’s like you’re a wild woman. What will people think?”
― Jessica Clare, The Wrong Billionaire's Bed

“It couldn’t be that bad. Casting another angry look at Reese for joking around when her twin clearly needed to eat, Audrey took a tiny bite of the meatloaf. Wet, half-raw hamburger meat and onion touched her tongue. The salty, greasy taste was overwhelming. With a gagging noise of her own, Audrey quietly followed Reese’s lead and spit into her napkin. “I must have missed something on the recipe.”

“Like the instructions?” Reese told her.”
― Jessica Clare, The Wrong Billionaire's Bed

“Reese, she didn’t do anything—” Her hands brushed his aside.

“I’m going to turn this f**king plane around and then I’m going to go choke her by her scrawny neck for making you cry again. Goddamn, I—”
― Jessica Clare, The Wrong Billionaire's Bed

“Were you checking out my ass, Audrey?”

She sighed heavily. “You were sticking it in the air, Reese. It’s hard not to.”

“Did you like what you saw?”

“No,” she said in her best prissy voice. “You have cellulite.”

He laughed softly at that. “You’re such a liar. Your face is all red.”
― Jessica Clare, The Wrong Billionaire's Bed

“Reese was pretty sure that this weekend was a recipe for disaster. He could just see it now. Mix one junkie pop star with a do-gooder billionaire who’s hiding a secret crush on her. Add in the lonely twin sister crushing on the billionaire, and make all three parties completely unaware of the other’s interest. Stir with that giant stick up Audrey’s ass. Watch fireworks explode.”
― Jessica Clare, The Wrong Billionaire's Bed

“Way to go, Hunter,” Reese said sarcastically. “Maybe we should invite everyone’s girlfriends to show up and hang out. Fuck privacy, right?”
― Jessica Clare, The Wrong Billionaire's Bed

“If you kiss Cade by sunset, I’ll leave.”

Her eyes widened. “That sounds almost too good to be true. Kiss Cade and get rid of the biggest thorn in my side? Where do I sign up?”

He clutched a hand to his chest. “You wound me, Audrey. You wouldn’t miss me?”

“Not in the slightest,” she said tartly, but that butterfly in her stomach begged to differ. “So all I need to do is kiss Cade and you’ll pack up and leave? Challenge accepted.”
― Jessica Clare, The Wrong Billionaire's Bed

“She shifted and, to her horror, she felt something hard against her hip. Audrey drew in a scandalized breath. “That better not be your dick I feel against my leg.”
― Jessica Clare, The Wrong Billionaire's Bed