Page 17 of The Billionaire's Proposal

“Actually, I’m still here. Just finishing up.”

“Meet me an Enzo’s.”

“We had Enzo’s for dinner.”

“Well, I’m hungry, and you have to entertain your little brother.”

Winslow looks at me. “Cameron, say hi to my brother.”

I peer into the phone. Brother? Holy cow, there are two of them with looks that belong on book covers… scorching hot.

“Hi, don’t believe anything he said about me. Everyone likes me but the fish, and most of them like me because I let them live,” I ramble, not knowing what to say.

“She’s hot…”

Winslow ends the FaceTime call.

“Do you want to come to Enzo’s with me? Keep the night alive. My brother likes to party, but I’m getting too old.” His hand grazes my arm and there’s no doubt we’re attracted to each other.

“Thirty-three is too old to go out?”

I can see the gears turning inside his head, but he just shrugs. “Been researching my age, Captain?” He lets me off the hook, rewording his offer. “I’d love it if you would keep me company tonight. What do you say?”

“Sure, if it means no cameras.”

He seems shocked. “Really?”

“Were you just asking me because I overheard?”

He grabs my hand gently, and now I know he can feel my pulse throbbing. Or maybe it’s his. Our eyes collide, and everything in me wants him to kiss me. His lips move, but nothing happens.

Winslow clears his throat. “Of course not. I’ve enjoyed today, and I need a buffer between Wells and me, to keep me out of trouble.”

The cameramen walk closer. It’s the first time I’ve thought about them since we first got on the boat except when the camera hit the floor.

“Yeah. I’ve seen those other videos. You definitely need some good press.”

“That’s why I’m here. I have a proposal for you. I want to give you one million dollars to pay off your boat and live the life you want.”

“I don’t want or need your money. I’ve been doing this awhile and know how to navigate my finances.”

He’s still holding my hand. “What about ten million? You can flip a coin. If it lands on tails, you get nothing. If it lands on heads, you win ten million.”

“Okay, a fifty percent chance for ten million dollars…I’ll flip the coin.”

The film crew gasps, and their excitement is confirmed when one of them says, “Now, that’s a woman.”

My grandfather taught me to take risks; it’s the only way to grow. When will I have another fifty-percent chance at winning ten million? Will I be sad if I lose it all? Yes, for a week or so, but then I’ll get back to my life. Winslow probably thinks I’m trying to stick it to him because no matter how much money you have, having ten million less has to hurt. If I’m going to take his money, I want it to be enough to change my life. One million is nothing in today’s economy, especially since half of it will pay off the boat, and another thirty percent will go to Uncle Sam, so it’s worth the risk.

A smile tugs at his lips. “Are you serious?”

Chapter Ten

WINSLOW

With the camera crew gone, her legs seem longer in the confines of my car. Her limbs angle towards me—smooth and tanned.

“You do realize you’re risking one million dollars, which would leave you debt free and still have enough money to travel around the world. The million is still on the table.”

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