Page 24 of Playboy Billionaire

Penelope smiled, her voice naturally husky and inviting, “Thank you. Which one was your favorite?”

“Surrender,for sure! The ending was a total surprise.”

“That was one of my favorites. Have you been taken care of?”

“Yes, we’re all set. I’m salivating for the ribs, they smell divine.”

“I’ve been told that Chef Irvine makes a mean barbeque. I hope it tastes as good as it smells.”

“I just sampled a shrimp appetizer, and it was scrumptious,” Izzy said.

“I’m going to take a dip in the pool, either of you care to join me?” Penelope looked at Griffin with a challenging glint in her eyes.

“I’ll pass for now, but Griffin feel free to get in. I’m fine to mingle.”

“I’ll wait for you,” he said to Isabella.

“I’m fine really. Go.”

Penelope slowly untied her sarong and slipped it off, which had Griffin confused. Was she even aware that she made it look like she was doing a strip tease? She looked at Griffin from beneath her long lashes and held it out to him. “Could you hang on to this for me?” He nodded and slung the wrap over his shoulder.

She walked away, arms swinging loosely as her hips swayed seductively. The skimpy bikini bottoms barely covered her luscious ass. Her long blond hair fell thick around her shoulders. Whether intentional or not, it had the desired effect and Griffin admitted to himself that he craved her. She was a drug he had to have. He’d never experienced anything like it. He wanted to bury his face between her thighs and make love to her all night long.

“Oh snap! The ice maiden seems to have melted,” Izzy joked.

“Must be the alcohol.”

“Griffin, what are you waiting for? You’re nuts if you didn’t get that blatant invitation.”

“I brought you here and you don’t know anyone. I’m not going to abandon you.”

Ben Donavan, one of the set coordinators approached, and they got into an animated conversation about car racing and classic cars. When Griffin described his own collection, Ben raised his brows. “I guess that takes you out of the poor starving actor category.”

Isabella choked on her wine. “Hardly. He comes from a very prominent real estate development empire. The Bennetts are pretty high up on the food chain in the south.” Griffin nudged Izzy with his elbow.

“What made you decide to agree to doing the film, since it wasn’t for money?”

Izzy answered for him, “He’s a thrill seeker…risk-taker…whatever you want to call it. Right Griff?”

His attention had strayed to the pool, and she said, “Earth to Griff.”

“What?”

“Ben asked you why you had auditioned for the film. I told him you were an adrenalin junkie.”

He grinned. “No lie, one hundred percent junkie. Hey, will you hold this? I’m going to take a dip after all.”

She smiled at him and held out her hand. “Gimme.”

He handed the sarong to Izzy, then unzipped his cargo shorts and stripped them off before tugging his black tee shirt over his head. He tossed them to the side in a pile.

“What about your watch?”

“Waterproof. You sure you don’t want to get in?”

“I’ll pass. Ben will keep me company.” She held out her palm. “Sunglasses.”

“Yes, Mom. Glad I brought you.” He grinned at her. “I’ll be back.”

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