CH 83:

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire

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Chapter 83:

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Isabella takes a deep breath, turning around in the chair and swinging her legs over to the other side so that her back is facing Archibald. Archibald leans over, picking up the bottle of sunscreen off the ground and squirting some into his hands. He rubs it between his palms to warm it up first—very considerate, Isabella thinks—and then two broad palms are rubbing over Isabella’s shoulder blades, working the sunscreen into her skin.

A tiny strangled noise tries to work its way out of Isabella’s throat, but she manages to keep it in.

“How was your work stuff?” Archibald asks, thumbs rubbing over Isabella’s shoulders. Isabella is not entirely sure if that particular motion is necessary for effective sunscreen application.

“It was fine,” Isabella says. “Oh, actually, I forgot to tell you. I won a prize for us.”

“Yeah?” Archibald asks, squeezing more sunscreen into his hands and rubbing it into Isabella’s lower back with firm strokes