Page 67 of Playboy Billionaire

“Pout your lips,” she said, holding up the lipstick tube. “It hadn’t even crossed my mind.”

“And I don’t believe you.”

“Finishing touch. You’re good to go. I managed to cover those dark worry circles under your eyes. I’m a miracle worker. You’re welcome.”

“Marvelous job. Thanks. I’d better high tail it out of here.”

“I’m thinking red.”

“What?”

“Your disguise…for your getaway with Griffin.”

“I’ve always wanted to be a redhead.”

“That should be enough to disguise you…that and sunglasses whenever possible.”

“Right. See ya.” She ran out the door to the set which was on location today. She wouldn’t see Griffin again until late afternoon. They were reshooting a short scene that Stew thought needed a few changes. She didn’t have any nude scenes for the rest of the week. For that she was thankful.

She determinedly put aside analyzing the puzzling photographs. There was nothing to be done about it for the time being. She’d focus on work then she planned to throw herself into the trip. A flash of Griffin’s sexy smile made her lips turn up at the corners. She’d be happy as a clam to hole up in a bedroom for the entire time. That would be quite alright with her.

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When Griffin saw Penelope, he had to do a double take. If she hadn’t been standing at her own doorstep, he wouldn’t have recognized her. “Damn, Dolly is good.”

“I heard that,” Dolly said, stepping around the corner. “I think she makes a gorgeous redhead, don’t you?”

“She does indeed. Those eyes…green-eyed redhead. Instant boner.”

“TMI,” Dolly said, plugging her ears.

“Hey, you two, I am standing right here you know.”

Griffin swooped down and planted a kiss on her full lips, “You look ravishing.”

“Thank you. I’m kind of enjoying the red hair.”

“It suits you.”

She slipped on her sunglasses and Griffin grabbed her suitcase.

Dolly followed them to the front door holding Archie. “You guys have fun and forget about everything.”

Penelope kissed the top of Archie’s head. “I’m always leaving you…my poor baby.”

“He’ll be fine. Go!”

“Thanks for your help, Dolly,” Griffin said, over his shoulder.

“Welcome.”

He held Penelope’s door and she slid into the luxurious Audi. Jogging around, he jumped in and fired up the powerful engine.

“Mmm these seats are sinfully sensuous,” she said, sinking into the soft leather bucket seat.

“What do you want to listen to?”

“Bruno Mars? With your sound system it should be awesome.”

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