Page 380 of Billionaire Temptations

“I hate leaving you.” She pouted.

“I know.” My eyes began to tear. “I wish I could move back to New York.”

“Then do it! Besides me, your parents would be thrilled.”

“There aren’t any jobs available. I’ve been looking.”

“Then maybe you need to switch careers.”

“You know I can’t and won’t. I love art too much.”

She looked at her watch and gave me another hug. “I’m boarding in five minutes. I’ll Facetime you later tonight.”

“Bye, Sienna. Have a safe flight.”

“Bye, sweets. You too.”

Dragging my carry-on behind me, I headed to my gate. My flight didn’t board for another hour, so I stopped and grabbed a coffee. I moved to Los Angeles a year ago when I landed a job as an assistant art curator at an art gallery. I had just graduated with my master’s degree, and the owner of the art gallery that I interned for in New York offered me the job at his L.A. gallery. I really didn’t have a choice. There was no position for me in New York, and I needed a job. Leaving Sienna and my parents behind was the hardest thing I had ever done. But being on my own in L.A. was a great experience. I had always been independent, and I adapted quickly and made a few new friends. But Sienna and I would be best friends for life. She was like my sister. We shared everything, and we Facetimed every single night.

Stepping off the plane at LAX, I headed to baggage claim and saw Corey standing there holding up a sign with my name on it.

“You dork.” I smiled as I hugged him.

“How was London?”

“Fabulous. We had the best time, and the galleries and museums over there are to die for. You would have loved it.”

“I’m sure I would have,” he spoke as he grabbed my suitcase from the belt. “So did you meet any hot Englishmen over there?”

I shrugged. “A couple, but—” I smiled.

Corey looked over at me with a small grin. “But?”

“I met an American man. A really hot and sexy American man.”

“Oh. His name, please.”

“I didn’t get his name. We just had wild and amazing sex, and the next morning, he was gone.”

I continued walking and then stopped when I noticed Corey was no longer next to me.

Turning around, I spoke, “What? Why did you stop?”

“You, Chloe Kane, had sex with a man and didn’t get his name first? What’s the matter with you? Who are you?” He smiled.

“It was on my list.”

“What was on your list?” he asked as we continued walking.

“Sex with a stranger in a foreign country.”

He slowly shook his head. “You’re weird. He could have been dangerous, Chloe.”

“Oh, he was deliciously dangerous.” I grinned.

It feltgood to be back home. After I showered, I made a cup of tea and curled up on the couch, still thinking about the man from last night. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get him out of my head or the feel of him on my body. Every time I touched my lips, I could still feel them trembling from his kiss. As I was fantasizing about him, my phone rang with a Facetime call from Sienna.

“Hello, lovely.” I smiled.

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