Page 33 of Playboy Billionaire

“What’s wrong? Why were you crying?” he asked, while stroking her hair. “Can you talk about it?”

“I can’t, not yet.”

“Did I do something to hurt you?”

“I…no…I’m okay,” her breath hitched.

“Whatever it is, I’m available anytime you want to talk about it.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, wiping her nose on her sleeve.

Griffin grabbed a tissue, keeping one arm wrapped around her. “Here, blow.” He held the tissue to her nose.

She blew into the handkerchief like a child, then chuckled at the absurdity of it all. “I feel like a big baby.”

“You’re allowed to express emotions off the set too,” he said quietly.

“If I confide in you, you have to promise you won’t tell anyone and you won’t take matters into your own hands.”

“I have a feeling that I’m not going to like whatever it is you’re about to say.”

“Promise me.”

He looked heavenward. “Okay I promise.”

“One of the assistants barged in and was sexually inappropriate with me.”

His blue eyes darkened as he said through gritted teeth, “Did he touch you?”

She nodded her head. “He said I’d been leading him on, but I swear to you there is no way.”

He tilted her chin up to gaze into her eyes, “You don’t have to convince me. I’ve seen your interactions with the crew, and you’re nothing but professional.”

“What do you think I should do?”

“Tell Stew,” he said without hesitation.

“He’ll be fired.”

“As he should be.”

“Will you go with me?”

“Yes.”

“Should I tell him now?”

“Yes. That dude should be thrown off the premises immediately. It was Jack, wasn’t it?”

Her eyes widened. “How did you know?”

“I’ve seen him ogling you.”

“What is wrong with me? Why didn’t I see it?”

“You weren’t looking. So now you’re going to blame yourself because a guy’s brain is in his dick?”

She wrinkled her nose, her lips turning up at the corners. “I guess not.”

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