The Billionaire's Favourite Mistake: Billionaires and Bridesmaids 4 by Jessica Clare

came more than once before he ever got his. If ever there was an incentive to remain sober for the rest of his life, there it was. “Point taken.”
    “Don’t ask me to critique the rest,” she said, and she looked embarrassed. “It wasn’t pleasant.”
    “Would you believe me if I promised you that it was all the alcohol and I swear I’m much better at sex than you think I am?”
    “Oh, Asher,” she said softly. She gave him a pitying look. “No, I don’t believe you.”
    He barked with laughter. Fair enough. He’d deserved that. He was just about to ask her to critique his package when she wove unsteadily on her feet and her face went white. “Greer?”
    Her hand went to her forehead, and he saw it was shaking like a leaf. “I . . . I don’t—”
    He shot up from the bench and grabbed her before she could collapse. “
Greer!
” Her body felt fragile against his, and he cradled her against his chest. Her face was beaded with sweat, and her lips were pale, mouth parted. Her glasses were askew and he pulled them off her face, gently tapping her cheek.
    Asher’s heart pounded in his chest. “Greer. Talk to me, baby. Let me know you’re okay.”
    Her eyes fluttered after a moment. “I’m fine,” she breathed. “I just need a moment.”
    “You’re not fine,” he growled, and picked her up in his arms. She was so light, her body so damn fragile. He sat her down on one of the benches and ripped off his blazer. “You nearly passed out.”
    She sucked in a deep breath. “Sorry.”
    “Don’t be sorry,” he told her, wadding up his jacket to act as a pillow, and guided her to lie down on the bench. It was so damned hot out—why had she asked to meet out in a garden in the desert in summer? “Tell me what I can do.”
    “Just give me a moment,” she said, pressing a hand to her forehead and closing her eyes. “I’m sure it’s nothing.”
    “Oh yeah, everyone faints all the time. They drop like flies at my office,” he said sarcastically. “I’m constantly catching women in the elevator.”
    He was pleased that her mouth moved in a half smile. “I didn’t eat breakfast today. Too stressed. Probably just catching up with me.”
    “That’s not smart,” he told her in a low, gentle voice. He brushed the sweaty strands of hair off her forehead. “You need to remember that you’re eating for two now.”
    She nodded. “Sometimes I forget.”
    “You stay here and I’ll get you some water and a snack, all right?” When she murmured agreement, he raced down the path, looking for a snack machine or a gift shop, anything. By the time he found it, he was drenched in sweat—some of it from nerves at the sight of seeing Greer collapse like that—but he got a bottle of water and a package of peanut butter crackers and then raced back to where he’d left her.
    When he came back, the stubborn woman was sitting up on the bench. She managed a wan smile for him. “I’m really sorry, Asher. This wasn’t how I planned today would go—”
    “Quiet,” he told her, and pulled the cap off the water and then knelt at her side, holding it to her lips. “Drink. And then you’re going to eat these crackers.”
    She sipped at the water obediently, and his heart slowed from its mad, fearful gallop in his chest as the color returned to her face. She held a hand out and he gave her a cracker, then watched with a bizarre sense of satisfaction as she nibbled on it, then asked for another.
    Minutes passed, and Asher’s entire world consisted of feeding Greer and making sure she drank enough water. Taking care of her. Hell, if she’d have let him, he’d have ripped her shoes off and massaged her feet, but he was going to take what he could get.
    When she finished the last cracker and the bottle of water was empty, he put a hand on her knee. “Feel better?”
    “Much.” She primly removed his hand from her knee. “Thank you.”
    He tried not to feel disappointed at that small rejection, but damn.