Page 58 of Arrogant Playboy

“Hey, are you okay?” Georgia asks as she opens the door after my SOS text on the way from Daniel’s place. I burst into tears which surprises her, and she pulls me into a hug. “Babe, what’sgoing on? What happened? I thought you were out working with Daniel.”

It takes me a couple of moments to calm myself down. “I feel so stupid.”

“Why?”

“He’s rich, Georgia. Likerich, rich. He took me to his apartment that has like one hundred and eighty degree views of Central Park. The foyer belonged in a luxury hotel.”

My best friend stares at me. “And this upsets you because …”

“Because I’m poor.”

“Compared to him you are, but so is half the population. You’re a successful interior designer, babes, you’re about to hit the big leagues.”

I shake my head. “This man has homes around the world that he leaves empty.”

“And? I don’t see what the big deal is, Rosie,” Georgia asks me.

“I’m not from his world. I’ll never be from his world.”

“Most people are not from his world.” Georgia chuckles.

“Exactly.”

“I think you’re overthinking this, babe. He’s your client. You’ve hooked up a couple of times. What am I missing?”

“He wants more.”

My friend stills. “What, like he wants to be your boyfriend?”

“Not a relationship, but he wants to continue sleeping together but monogamously.”

“Friends with benefits but with only each other?”

I nod. “I told him I didn’t want more, and he agreed. I’m concentrating on building my career and he is busy being rich. We’re both busy people.”

Georgia frowns. “Let me get this straight. A rich, sizzling hot French guy wants to be friends with benefits with you, and only you, and you’re freaking out because …”

When she puts it like that it sounds easy. “He’s a client.”

“Okay, well, don’t do anything until you’ve finished the project.”

“That’s what I asked him.”

“And what did he say?”

“He agreed.”

“Again, Rosie, I’m not seeing what the problem is … unless you like him?”

“No,” I answer quickly, but Georgia’s eyes narrow on me.

“You do. You like him,” she presses.

“No, I don’t.”

“You do, but you don’t want to.” She grins as if she’s solved the puzzle that is my mind.

“There’s a chance I’m going to be moving halfway across the world,” I remind her.

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