"I'm not sure how I feel about you calling me Mr. Ross," the billionaire murmured. "I'll probably like it more once we're married—-"
Daisy Rae could only choke.
"Marriage would give it a whole new meaning, don't you think? I would beyourMr. Ross, and you would bemyMrs. Ross."
And now her face was on fire, even as she continued to choke.
"But for now, perhaps we can start with calling each other by our names?"
It was that tone again, Daisy Rae thought helplessly. Sweet as honey, but dangerous with a capital D, and the sound of it was a death knell for the painfully few brain cells she had left that were still functioning.
"Do you think you can do that?"
"I..."
"—-will have to continue this later," the billionaire cut her off with a sigh, "since we're already here."
Here? Where was here?
The chauffeur opened the door for them, and the billionaire stepped out before offering Daisy Rae his hand. "Let's go, baby."
Chapter Five
Garion's hand movedto the small of her back as he led her up the steps of his house, which looked more like a French chalet than a ranch. While the feel of his hand had Daisy Rae secretly taking huge gulps of oxygen, it was hearing him call her 'baby' that had her feeling like a floating, brainlessmess.
A smiling pair of women was waiting for them in the living room, and Daisy Rae was startled when they greeted her by name.
"I'm Josie," the girl in the denim jacket added, "and this—-" She gestured to her curly-haired companion. "—-is Bessie. We're your glam squad for tonight."
Glam squad?
"My neighbor is holding a party," she heard the billionaire drawl from behind her, "and I was hoping you could join me as my date."
She turned to him, stunned. "Aparty?"
"Yes. Aparty."