Page 63 of Billionaire Devil

“What?” I canhear Sloane clutching her metaphorical pearls. “Oh my god!”

“Sloane. It’sfine. I’m good, I promise.”

“Are you inlovewith him?”

“What? No. Of course I’m not. Why would you even ask me that? I took all your warnings to heart and I’m purely in this for the hot sex.”

“Ew. Oh my god, please don’t describe it. He’s myboss.”

“Fine. But I told you I wanted to cash in my V-card and now I have.”

“Lila, I can’t believe this! That absolutemonster, taking advantage of you like that! Are you okay? Is he being…niceto you?”

Nice? “Yes. He couldn’t have been nicer.” Not exactly true, but whatever.Actually, Sloane, he was a fucking beast who’s so well-hung, so good in bed and has such a filthy mouth I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. At least three times.“Sloane, Ichoseto be here with him. We’re two consenting adults. He hasn’t done anything wrong and neither have I, okay?”

“Okay. Okay. You’re right.” She regroups. “I’m going to try to look for the silver lining here. At least you’re being realistic about the part where it’s only about the sex.”

“That’s all it ever was. For both of us. We made a deal.”

“You poor thing. Talk about baptism by fire. My innocent little Lila with thatanimal!I should never have brought you to that party. I know all too well what he’s like. I mean, I love him as a boss, but…I just hope it was good for you, honey.”

“It was.”So good I feel like I’ve sprouted wings.

“I guess, when you think about it, this is kind of perfect. Now you can meet up with your old crush and you’ll radiate confidence. You won’t be pining and he’ll pick up on your new vibe. He’s bound to fall in love with you on the spot and you’ll live happily ever after. You can file this little chapter into Lessons Learned.”

You have no idea.“We’ll see.” Her comment makes merealize that I haven’t pined for Troy Beckett in…three whole days. I feel completely, totally over him. “How are things in New York?”

“Fine. But I miss having you here already. Last night I went to a fabulous show with those friends of mine, the influencers, who are now obsessing over your outfits. Have you had any more orders?”

“I haven’t checked. I’ve been?—”

“Don’t you dare say ‘busy’ or I’ll lose it.”

I laugh. “Okay, I won’t. I’m checking my orders now.”What?“Oh my gosh.Sloane.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I have 927 orders.”

“Holy shit.”

“How am I supposed to fillnine hundred and twenty-sevenorders? It’ll take meyearsto sew nine hundred garments.”

“I think that’s what staff are for, sweetie. It might be time for you to hire some help.”

“I also have a message here from…Eleanor Jaeger. It says here she’s the—” I can’t believe what I’m seeing.

“She’s the what?”

“She’s one of the executive design coordinators for Ralph Lauren. It says they’re impressed by what they’ve seen on Instagram and they want to interview me for a job.”

Sloane’s scream is piercing. “Itoldyou you’d get your break! It was only a matter of time! Now youhaveto come back to New York!”

My head is spinning.

927 orders? Ralph freaking Lauren?

I can hear the banging noises of room service trays being wheeled into the living room. I realize the door of the bedroom didn’t latch and has swung open.

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