Page 27 of Flirting with My Billionaire Enemy

I still have my hair up from earlier, so I didn’t have to mess with it.

“Ready?” she says.

“Yep.”

She leads me down the hall to a back staircase that looks like it was designed for servants to come up and down the stairs in the 1800s.

“Do you come here often?” I ask.

“Yeah, Weston and I have been together for about a year now. I have a little girl, but she’s with our nanny tonight.”

“Oh cute. How old is she?” I ask.

“Her name is Angel, and she’s eight months old. She just started crawling, and she’s getting into everything.”

I laugh. “How cute. You look great for having just had a baby.”

“It doesn’t feel that way to me, but thanks. It’s nice to hear that.”

“Do you work for the company too, or are you a stay-at-home mom?” I ask.

“I got my real estate license and work for the company alongside Weston.”

“Working together doesn’t cause problems for you?”

“It was a little complicated at first, but it ended up working out. He was my boss, and I was his assistant.”

My mouth forms a littleO. That’s even worse than Kaison and I getting together. No wonder she seems to think it’s fine for me to have a thing for Kaison.

At the bottom of the staircase is a door that leads down a long hallway with the door to the pool at the end of it. Kaison and his brothers are already in there splashing around and goofing off. Langston is clobbering Brensen and shoving him under the water, only to have Brensen pop up and return the favor.

“These men are nothing but a bunch of children,” I say.

Callie laughs. “You have no idea. Weston acts so serious all the time, but he’s just as bad as the rest of them. If we ever have a son, he’ll probably be a wild child.”

“Are you thinking about having more kids?” I ask.

“Oh, definitely. Angel isn’t his biologically. I was already pregnant when I met him. I ended up getting divorced, and now Weston is raising her.”

“That’s amazing.” I have a whole new respect for Weston now. Even if he is beating up his brothers in a chicken fight at the moment. You could think they’re all fourteen with the way they’re acting.

“Ariana,” Kaison calls from atop Langston’s back. “You getting in?”

“And get clobbered by one of you crazy boys?”

Brensen beats on his chest like he’s the king of the gorillas. “Hey, we’re not boys. We’re men.”

Callie grabs my hand. “Let’s show them that they really are boys.”

I glance at her skeptically. “And how would we do that?”

“By challenging them to a chicken fight, of course.”

The girl has lost her mind. “I don’t even know how to do a chicken fight.”

“It’s easy,” she says. “You just get on my shoulders and then take them down.” She calls out to the guys at the pool. “Weston, put Kaison on your shoulders. We’re challenging you to a chicken fight.”

The other brothers let out a fewwhoopsand cheers, egging their brothers on.

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