Page 6 of Billionaire Bachelor
I feel ten feet tall when her eyes brighten, and her laughter fills the room again. “Oh, the poor billionaire bachelor. Must be tough, your tragic life of luxury surrounded by a bevy of babes.”
“First of all, I thinkbevyis a bit of an exaggeration.” I shoot her a mock glare. “Second, I never asked for this pseudo-fame I’ve somehow acquired, and I certainly don’t understand why the paparazzi give a single shit about me. Got any professional insight?”
Rosie works for a PR firm that manages A-list celebrities, so she’s no stranger to those vultures.
“Well…you can’t exactly stumble out of nightclubs with actresses and supermodels in Los Angeles andnotget noticed by the paps. Not when you look like you could be a leading man yourself.”
“Okay, I get that,” I grumble, combing a hand through my hair. “But why are theystillinterested? I haven’t been to a club in over six months, which is like sixyearsin Hollywood.”
“It could be a lot worse.” She shrugs. “At least they don’t camp outside your building or chase you wherever you go. You’re more of an opportunistic photo grab.”
“Could you break that down for me in non-PR terms?” I deadpan.
Her lips quirk. “Basically, if a pap is out and about and they spot you, they’ll take the shot. But they’re not going to actively seek you out. You need to watch your back in public, but they’re not disrupting your daily life.”
“Still…I can understand if I’mout and aboutwith a celebrity, which barely even happens anymore. But when I’m alone? I reallydon’t get it. I’m just a computer nerd, trying my best to fly under the radar.”
She chuckles. “Except you’re theworstkind of nerd. I don’t think you’re capable of flying under the radar.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Rosie twirls her index finger in my direction. “Well, physically speaking, you’re the opposite of the computer nerd stereotype. You’ve got the whole sexy, bad boy thing going on, with your leather jackets, the tats, and the Ducati. The fact that you’re also smart, successful, kind, and funny?Of course, they’re going to be interested in you, Logan. You can’t possibly be that naïve after growing up in LA. Paparazzi love the pretty people, and you, my friend, are definitely a member of that club.”
“Was that a compliment?” I ask, feigning confusion, but I’m strutting around like a peacock in my mind.
I’m not usually an arrogant shit, but a compliment from Rosie Morales is the best kind of high.
“Maybe,” she teases, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Depends on whether you use your powers for good or evil.”
I lean into Rosie’s ear. “In my experience, the people sporting halos aren’t having nearly as much fun as those who aren’t.”
She playfully swats me away, but I don’t miss the goose bumps scattering up her arms. “You’re an idiot.”
My mouth gapes in mock offense. “I’m wounded, Pip. Really.”
She lets out an adorable little snort-laugh. “I’m sure your ego is as big as ever, Logan.” Her gaze wanders down my torso. “Among other things.”
Well, well, well.
Is Rosie Morales actually flirting back?
My brain short-circuits for a second, caught somewhere between smug satisfaction and pure, unfiltered need.
I lean in closer. “Careful, Pip. You keep looking at me like that, and I might forget how to behave.”
She doesn’t back down. Instead, she tilts her head, lips curvinginto a slow, teasing smile that makes me wonder if she knows just how much power she holds. “Who said I wanted you to behave?”
Well, okay then.
Blood rushes straight to my cock, and if I stay here a second longer while she’s giving me those eyes, I’m going to do something reckless—like kiss the hell out of her and never want to stop. The stool scrapes loudly against the floor as I bolt to my feet, grabbing my keys from the counter like they might save me from myself. “Let’s head into town.”
Her brows shoot up. “What?”
“The grocery store,” I clarify, quickly snuffing out the fire.
She’s staring at me like I’ve lost my mind. “But…the food.”
I glance at her half-eaten eggs. “I’ll buy you a muffin. There’s a new drive-thru coffee stand on the way. C’mon, you know you can’t stop thinking about it now.”
