Page 35 of Playboy Billionaire

“I’m sorry, I’m being rude.”

“Go ahead, ask me anything.”

“How does one afford such a car? I mean what do you do when you’re not shooting a movie? I know that chamber guy said you came from a prominent family but…”

“I was born into it. Old money. Then my dad capitalized on his good fortune and catapulted the Bennett portfolio into the stratosphere. He built the company into what it is today. I can’t take any credit for it. The company plans and develops billion-dollar properties. Think shopping complexes, stadiums…designer complexes.”

“You’re full of surprises. Why did you even agree to be in the film?”

“Truth? Boredom…adventure…something new…honestly, I didn’t think I’d get the part…but here we are.”

She buckled herself in as he peeled out of the parking lot, going from zero to forty in a millisecond. Her pulse raced with the sensation from the raw power of the vehicle.

“What suits your fancy?” he asked.

“Pizza.”

He raised a brow. “Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“I know just the place, and we won’t need to carry out.”

He pressed a talk button on the steering wheel and said, “Call Faye.”

Faye’s voice came through the car speakers, “The Pelican.”

“Hey sis. Are you busy?”

“Just Jesse, Ty and me.”

“Can you put a ‘be back in an hour’ sign on your door? I’m bringing Penelope.”

“Sure. We’ve been slow since we opened anyway.”

“Could you throw a pizza in the oven?” He glanced over at Penelope. “Pepperoni okay with you?” She nodded yes.

“Pepperoni, please.”

“Now?”

“Yeah we’re on our way, see ya in five.”

“They don’t have to go to all that trouble,” Penelope said.

“Are you kidding me? My sister is probably flipping out as we speak.”

“I really liked her place.”

“Yeah they’ve put a ton of work into it. When my sister bought it last year, it was an old dilapidated building. At one time, it was the favorite dive bar of the locals. Faye and Jesse, her fiancé, have brought it back to life.”

The large brightly-colored Pelican on the roof of the bar was an inviting touch. He pulled right up to the entrance and hustled her inside, locking the door behind them. She remembered the tall willowy blond from the night she’d been in. Faye hugged Griffin then turned to greet her.

“So glad to get to properly meet you,” Faye said.

“Me too.”

“I’m sorry if I’m a little star struck. I’ve loved all of your films. Not to sound too cliché, but I’m a huge fan.”

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