Page 34 of The Billionaire's Secret
"Where is she?"
She taps her fingers on the carpet, "Off on holiday in Sicily with some hottie she hooked up with."
"Oh?" My heart begins to race. It’s only a coincidence. It doesn’t mean anything. Lots of people go to Sicily on holiday with a man… "So, it’s new love, huh?"
Summer flips her hair over her shoulder, "That’s the thing. I’ve never met him. It was all so sudden. One minute she was calling me to spend the night with her—which is not Karma at all either, by the way—the next she’s texting me to say she’s jetting off on an Italian holiday."
"Sicilian."
"That’s what I said." Summer frowns.
"Not the same thing—" I bite my lips.Shit, shouldn’t have said that.I widen my gaze, "I’m sure she’s having a great time. Everyone deserves at least one dirty holiday with an alpha male of their dreams, huh?"
"Is that why you chose Saint?"
I wince. "
"But that's not the only reason, right?" Amelie inches closer. "You want the security that Saint's money can provide, and the chemistry between the two of you makes for an interesting starting point."
"I..."
She waves a hand in the air, "Hey, I'm the last to judge. I mean, relationships have been built on far less. Besides you're one of us, and Saint clearly needs you in his life."
"He does?" My head whirls.
She nods. "He just doesn't know it yet."
Oh, man, I can't keep up.
"You do realize that he's among the most twisted of the Seven?" Amelie's gaze narrows.
Interesting.Behind that overeager, always ready to please façade, is a sharp brain. And I should be the last to judge a woman by her looks.
"I am aware that he has certain hidden proclivities," I venture.
"He’s a dominant?" Isla frowns.
"They all are." Summer waves her hand in the air.
Amelie turns on her, "Even Weston?"
I glance at her features. Her lips are parted, eyes slightly dilated. Is that how I looked when I walked in on Saint?
She jerks her head to me, and I glance back at Summer.
"All of the Seven will stop at nothing to get their own way." Summer holds my gaze. "These men are bloody arresting, right?"
None more so than Saint.
I want to tame him, while simultaneously throwing myself down at his feet and begging him to take me—is what I want to say. But I'd already pushed it with the TGIF comment, and I don't want these women to think I'm weird. Besides I need them on my side... fast. I nod my head. "You can say that again." I mumble.
Summer chuckles. Isla snorts.
"You thought he wouldn't be able to say no to you, that you'd make an offer he couldn't refuse?" Amelie cuts in.
I blink.Am I that transparent, or are these women unusually perceptive?
"You did, didn't you?" Amelie crawls close to me, her gaze wide. I glance at her. Her cheeks flush. "Go on, give." She scans my features, her expression expectant.
