Free Accidentally Married to the Billionaire (The Billionaire's Touch, #1) by Sierra Rose

accountant will pay it without raising an eyebrow.”
    “No restrictions whatsoever?”
    “If you start building an arsenal of assault rifles and grenade launchers, yes, it’ll be flagged and I’ll ask you about it.”
    “Define arsenal. Like more than ten guns? More than twenty?” she laughed.
    “I’m not comfortable setting a number on that. I’d prefer zero grenade launchers personally.”
    “I’m kidding, Cates. Relax. I’m much more likely to splurge on a decent spray tan.”
    “And cover up those freckles? I like those freckles,” he grinned.
    She lay down on the sofa where he was stretched out at full length, and she wedged in until her head was on his chest, her ear against his heartbeat. Instantly, she settled down, soothed, eyes beginning to droop.
    “So you’ll accept the credit card?” he asked.
    “A paid line of credit with no restrictions outside of probably illegal firearms? Who wouldn’t?”
    “Someone far too independent for her own good?”
    “Right. Count me in. I’ve already accepted your diamonds. I might as well take living expenses, too.”
    “We’re heading home to New York tomorrow. There will be photographers when we get off the plane. You’ll need to go shopping before we depart, choose a going away outfit. There are plenty of places to shop in Vegas, I believe.”
    “I’ve looked at pictures of the Forum shops at Caesar’s. The place looks like a museum or a cathedral with painted ceilings and statues and, like, a Cheesecake Factory in the background. It’s crazy and tacky and I would be in paradise there. Especially with a credit card.”
    “Then the car will take you there in the morning. I have other business, but we can meet back here before departure.”
    “Oh. Okay,” she said.
    Marj was a little disappointed that he didn’t plan to come with her. She realized it wasn’t a real marriage, a real honeymoon. It must have been the sensational sex that confused her, she thought. It wasn’t in her best interest to start being clingy. It was smarter to take what he offered and ask for nothing more. It was better than scraping by to make rent, giving up her weekly latte and being lonely all the time. It would be nice to have a man around, even if he was only a friend with benefits.
    He stroked her hair as he gazed into her eyes. “Thank you for everything. You singlehandedly saved my ass, saved my estate, and my future. I’ll always be indebted to you.”
    “You’re welcome.”
    His lips softly brushed against hers. 
    Brandon laid there for a few minutes with his arms around her, seemingly content. Then he levered up off the sofa, draped a cashmere throw over her, kissed her forehead, and mumbled something about having work to do.

Chapter 9

    Brandon Cates had never needed much sleep. He got by on less of everything, seemingly, except for his damn type one diabetic pancreas of course which demanded insulin, demanded regular low-carb meals. So he downed a bottle of water and sat down with his laptop and vowed not to waste time thinking about his wife.
    It sounded ugly and selfish when he put it that way, but she was, in fact, his rather unexpected wife. Sure, he’d figured out he was going to have to nail down a bride within the next few days, or he’d lose his inheritance, but he hadn’t figured on picking one up in a bar in Las Vegas. An employee, no less.
    His father was no doubt laughing his smug ass off in the afterlife even now. Because Brandon had spoken with his dad, had pulled him aside before the wedding with Lena, and asked if it was really appropriate for him to marry someone who’d worked for him. His father had laughed in a knowing way and suggested that his teenaged son mind his own damn business. Brandon had felt somehow wronged by that, as if his opinion, his righteous and somewhat inflexible adolescent moral compass had been discounted when his father, in fact, should have kept it in his pants and stayed away from the employees and interns