The Billionaire's Assistant

Chapter 68

30 mins later, Kat and Jove were in the backseat of a car he'd promised her was one of his least expensive, a white car with blue accents that was so old fashioned looking it neared cartoonish.

"Rolls Royce silver shadow," he'd explained to her proudly. "It's in terrible shape, all of them are, but I just couldn't pass it up, I'd always wanted one."

They were being driven to Jove's mystery location after Jove digitally beckoned a chauffeur after, and Kat turned to him finding herself understandably yet unpromptedly giggling.

"What, did you get the governor to personally bring us some snow from the top of your favorite mountain?" she teased. "Or no, lemme guess, he brought the whole mountain. No, no, you sent David to pick it up real quick, you know a guy."

Jove laughed, his easy, contagious one.

"I know a lot of people."

"I know people too," Kat replied tauntingly, unsure of where she was going with her joke but emboldened by the idea that this was the last time she'd get to spend with him.

Her day would end early, and that was that. Thoughts of the previous nights awkwardness, of her not quite kiss then desertion, were bound, gagged, and shoved in the furthest back corners of her mind to be dealt with by some future Kat, sometime when it wasn't the last day she'd ever spend with the man she could barely admit to herself she was falling for.

"Oh yea?" Jove challenged, turning to her.

"Yea," she asserted.

They laughed again, and Jove settled back.

"Honestly," he started with an air of confession. "I'm overhyping it. It's not that great."

"Why are you taking me somewhere not that great?"

Jove rolled his eyes.

"You'll like it," he promised. "It's just not delivered by a prominent political figure or anything."

"I thought you said I could get anything I want," Kat reminded him playfully.

He turned to her more fully now, fixing her with a stare that instantly quieted her and made a light flush rise to her ears, even after all the time she'd spent with him.

"You can," he said evenly, his gaze unwavering.

Kat ducked away from his eyes, still grinning despite her blush.

"Where are we going?" she asked again, the smile undisguised in her voice.

"It's close," Jove assured her. "We're almost there."

"And I need to be home early today," she reminded him more severely.

"Yup," said Jove with a nod. "4. Got it."

"Actually 4," Kat clarified with emphasis. "Not Jove 4."

He frowned, the light behind his eyes merry.

"What's Jove 4?"

"Jove 4 means when you want it to be 4. Jove 4 is when you feel like you can shape the world to your whims, actually 4 means literally 4 o'clock."

"I don't shape the world to my whims," he contested.

"Oh please," said Kat. "Name anywhere you wanna go that you can't, any car you wanna own that you don't."

Jove grins at her conspiratorially.

"Can't," he admitted.

"Exactly," Kat confirmed. "You can't name anything in the world you want that you don't have."

"Well, I could," he retorted. "But you told me not to say your name."

Kat instantly flushed a deep crimson and whipped away from Jove as if they weren't trapped in close proximity, turning her head away from him completely and even angling her body in a futile attempt to create space. She was staring out the window, willing her face to return to its normal color, and she swore she could hear him grinning beside her, could somehow hear the smile spread across his face.

She wrenched her eyes shut, hoping to sink through the floor. She wasn't sure why spending time with Jove was always like this. She'd finally feel like she found her footing, finally feel as if she could talk and joke and laugh with him casually without any sense of embarrassment, of awkwardness, and then he'd sweep the legs of her sensibilities from under her and leave her red faced and sprawling.