Page 14 of My Big, Fat, Secret Billionaire Baby

I’ve managed PR crises bigger than this guy’s ego, probably, but navigatinghimfeels like trying to defuse a charm bomb.

Still, I came to Vegas for an escape, didn’t I? To do something out of character?

Mission accomplished, I guess.

Maybe one more reckless decision wouldn’t hurt. What’s the worst that could happen?

Famous last words, Sabrina.

Looking up into his green eyes, seeing the genuine warmth there now, mixed with the undeniable attraction… my resolve begins to crumble.

Stop being such a stick in the mud.

Tatiana’s right, even if that was the drug talking and not her. Because I’m always a stick in the mud.

I really am.

A party pooper.

A Debbie Downer.

The boring one.

I want to be the life of the party for once.

The Positive Patty, or whatever it’s called.

If Tatiana’s living a Cinderella fantasy with her billionaire prince for one night, why am I still auditioning for the role of Responsible Background Character #3? When’s the last time someone’s looked at me likeIwas the answer to a question they didn’t even know they were asking? Sure, he’s on GHB, but so what? Just once, I want to be the plot twist insomeone else’s story instead of the predictable chapter everyone always skims through.

“Okay,” I say, meeting his gaze. “Lead the way.”

He smiles, reaching down to take my hand again. When our fingers touch, I have a single, terrifying thought:

Am I about to make an even bigger mistake than Tatiana just did?

Probably.

But I don’t care anymore.

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Sabrina

My hand secure in his, he leads me away from the lobby chaos. As we walk through the dizzying landscape of flashing lights and chiming slots that make up the casino floor, I glance at one of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors and spot two men behind us... they’re familiar somehow, but I can’t quite place where I’ve seen them...

Wait...

On the strip, while we were watching the Bellagio fountains.

Yes... they were loitering there, close to Rossi’s security detail.

And the fact that they’re here now, a few paces behind us, eyes constantly scanning...

Wait a second.

My PR-honed observation skills finally kick into high gear, overriding the tequila haze.

They’re with Leo.

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