Page 8 of My Big, Fat, Secret Billionaire Baby

“Guess the chemistry was… explosive,” Leo shrugs, his attention never leaving me.

Is this normal in their world? Bathroom quickies at pool parties?

We sit in slightly awkward silence for a moment, the thumping bass from the main pool filling the void. I grab another shot from the table and take a large gulp, wishing it was water.

“So,” Leo tries again, nudging my foot playfully with his. “While they’re… occupied… tell me something interesting about Sabrina Taylor.”

“Interesting?” I stall, racking my brain, trying to pretend his gorgeous lips weren’t just pressing against mine for all they were worth moments ago. “Uh… I can name all fifty US state capitals in alphabetical order. And I make a killer lasagna.”

Nailed it. Mystery and allure, thy name is Sabrina.

He chuckles, tilting his head. “Points for lasagna. But I have a feeling there’s more under that polished PR exterior.”

More like crippling anxiety and a deep-seated fear of abandonment, but sure, let’s go with ‘mysterious depths.’

Before I can formulate another dazzlingly mundane revelation, a loud banging sound comes from the direction of the bathroom.

Leo suddenly laughs.

“You two done christening the facilities yet?” Leo calls out, amusement evident in his tone.

A muffled ‘fuck off’ comes from inside, barely intelligible overthe music.

“So that’s what you’re doing in there, huh?” Leo retorts with a laugh, shaking his head. He turns back to me. “Never a dull moment with Dom when he decides to go off-script.”

Off-script? Is that what he call this?

I wonder if Tatiana has any idea what she’s getting into. This is definitely because of the drug.

My protective instincts flare up, and I can’t help but gazing at the bathroom door.

Apparently sensing my mood, Leo suddenly gets up and knocks on the door.

“Hey lovebirds,” Leo’s voice calls. “Either come out or we’re coming in. Marco’s getting antsy.”

The bathroom door opens and Rossi steps out, followed closely by Tatiana. They both look… well, exactly like two people who just had vigorous sex in a small, enclosed space. Flushed cheeks, slightly swollen lips, hair attractively mussed.

Tatiana’s bikini top looks like it was haphazardly clipped back together and appears ready to burst again at any moment, but she seems blissfully unaware, her eyes bright and slightly dazed. She looks almost as disheveled as I probably do after Leo’s surprise kiss.

She avoids looking directly at anyone.

Rossi, however, looks smugly satisfied.

Leo wolf-whistles softly. “Welcome back, lovebirds. Hope you left the plumbing intact.”

Rossi just grins, but then his eyes shoot to the far side of the room and his expression hardens instantly.

I follow his gaze and spot Marco, the groom-to-be. He and Jess are leaning in far too closely, and his hand is resting casually on her bare knee.

Okay, intervention time.

Before I can say anything, Rossi speaks first.

“Marco,” Rossi calls out, his voice sharper now, cutting through the cabana’s hazy atmosphere. “We should head back to the hotel. Big day tomorrow.”

Marco looks up, clearly irritated at being interrupted mid-flirt. “It’s still early.”

“Exactly,” Rossi says, crossing the space toward him in two strides. “Which means there’s plenty of time for you to fuck up your marriage before it even starts.”

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