Page 168 of The Playboy Billionaire

I stare at the guys in front of me, and Samuel laughs.

“See, I’m not the only one,” he says.

“Don’t you start,” I tell him.

“Start what?” he asks. “That you need to take a leap of faith. That if you want a guarantee, buy a washing machine.”

I roll my eyes. It’s not the first time he’s used these lines on me.

“Don’t roll your eyes, baby girl. Even Caleb’s friends are saying he’s a changed man. The guy loves you. You love him, whether you’ve admitted it or not. There are no guaranteesin this life. But I get it if you’re too scared to take a chance at true happiness in case you get hurt?—”

“It’s not just that,” I say, my eyes moving to Quentin. “This is where you come in. I need your help.”

My phone pings,and I’m surprised to see Caleb’s name flash up.

CALEB:

Where are you?

ME:

Out with Samuel

I hit send, missing him more than I thought possible. It’s only until tomorrow.

ME:

Where are you?

CALEB:

In your bed

His answer fires back instantly. What? Is he serious?

ME:

I thought you had a meeting in the morning.

CALEB:

I do, but that’s what early starts and private planes are for.

ME:

We really need to discuss your carbon footprint. However, I will be home in tenminutes.

I look up to find the guys all staring at me.

“She’s a goner,” Tristan says

“He’s a goner. Another one bites the dust,” Xander chants.

“Go, baby girl. Go and see your man.”

“How?” I ask.

“You get this moony look, and the tension just left your shoulders.”

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