His Absolute Arrangement: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #1) by Cerys du Lys

rate.  The walking, joining, kiss, more walking, hand holding.
    I honestly didn't know how any of it happened, though.  Did I miss something?  They didn't seem romantically involved for most of the rest of the movie, nor did they talk a lot.  I didn't even know his name, and I think her name was foreign and Russian, maybe.  Ivona?  Natalia?  Something like that...
    Jeremy applauded.  I looked over at him, dumbstruck.  He looked at me with a similar expression.
    "What are you doing?" he asked, eyebrow raised.  "Aren't you amazed?  That's one of the most touching scenes in the history of movies.  After everything they've done and everything they've been through, almost dying to a million huge explosions, they're still able to find love.  It's a really good movie."
    I blinked, then smiled and nodded.  Just smile and nod, I told myself.  Keep it up.
    "It's much better than any Nicholas Sparks movie, at least," Jeremy said.
    Oh!  Oh no!  I managed to put my plate on the coffee table before I accidentally dropped it on the ground, then I was up in arms.  "I really don't think so!"
    "Alright, I admit that some of his movies have explosions in them," Jeremy said.  "Dear John was alright, and The Notebook had a couple war scenes, but that's about it."
    "You probably fell asleep during the boring parts because you're dumb," I said.  Perhaps not my best insult ever, but I didn't care.
    Jeremy laughed.  "Yeah, you're right.  I probably did.  So I got a nice hour and a half nap out of it, I guess?"
    "You're terrible."
    "I can't believe you didn't even clap.  You didn't look excited at all.  How can you not be excited when there's so many explosions?"
    "To be honest, I don't even know why anything was exploding.  Why did they kiss?  Do they even have names?  The whole movie didn't make any sense."
    "The evil looking guys were evil and the good looking ones were good.  What else do you need to know besides that?  The two at the end were the strongest good guy and the most attractive woman who was also a good guy, so of course they're going to get together."
    "By most attractive, you mean she had the largest breasts?" I asked.
    "Hey," Jeremy said, sounding affronted.  "That's not the only thing.  Yeah, so she had large breasts, but she looked great in those latex pants.  What an ass.  Those hips and everything, too.  I mean, really now.  She had a lot of everything if you ask me."
    I rolled my eyes at him, then turned to look away.  I ended up glancing towards the open kitchen and seeing the clock on the wall.
    "Oh God," I said.
    "What?" Jeremy asked.  "What's wrong?"
    "The time!  The clock.  Oh God.  It's late.  I need to go.  I was supposed to—"
    I was supposed to meet Asher.  In our bedroom.  For some important business meeting discussions.  And he'd said, I reminded myself, to wear appropriate attire.  Which basically amounted to nothing or some sexy lingerie.  Yes, we were trying to have a child together, but that didn't mean we couldn't enjoy it, right?
    Except he'd be here any minute and I was in the guest house.  He hadn't contacted Jeremy, though.  That didn't mean a whole lot, since Asher could have found another way home.  Lucent was still in the office, and they drove together sometimes.  Or a taxi.  The subway, then a ten minute walk here.  Asher did a lot of things and came home in a lot of ways, but none of those negated the fact that he expected me to be somewhere and I kind of wanted to be there, too.
    But I wasn't.
    "I have to go," I said again suddenly.
    Jeremy just stared at me like I was a nut.  "Alright?  So, go?"
    "I'm going!  Can you clean up, please?  It's just a plate, but do you mind?"
    "I got it," he said.  "Don't worry.  I know how to clean a plate."
    "Thanks," I said.  "The movie wasn't that bad, either.  I didn't understand half of it, but the explosions were neat."  I didn't understand one half of it, but I also didn't understand the other half,