Page 90 of The Elusive Billionaire
“For your sake, I hope you’re able to fix this shit, because otherwise you’ll learn very quickly just what I’m capable of.” Grey’s a walking, talking dark promise, but she’s just as turbulent, and it makes the unease grow in my already spinning mind.
“Madi, I’m Roman Harrington. It’s nice to meet you.” The man offers my best friend a hand. She looks at me as though she’s asking permission.
“I’ll be fine,” I say, waving her off. “Maybe check on Elle and Clover though. I know Cian is probably close by, but I’m not sure Clover can handle this kind of pressure.”
Roman frowns, and his long, confident gait missteps. “We’ll check on Clover first.”
“Elle too,” I call out, but he’s already guiding Madi toward a golf cart.
“That’s…strange.”
Kristen snaps her fingers mere inches from my face, and I almost lash out to bite her. Who the hell does she think she is?
“Focus, Ms. Monroe. You have a job to do. People are counting on you.” There’s so much vitriol in her words, it takes me by surprise. “You don’t want to let anyone down now, do you?”
“Quinn,” Grey barks before I can say anything. “Get her away from me before I do something we’ll all regret.”
Great. Of course Grey would take her side. I’ve only been out here all day listening to these slimy assholes, but whatever. I rollmy eyes. “Don’t worry, Grey. I’d rather check on Clover myself anyway.”
He moves like my own personal shadow, and his arm sneaks around my waist before I’ve gotten two steps away. “Not. You. You’re mine, and we’re about to give those snakes a show.”
Confused, I search for Quinn, who’s already leading Kristen toward the course.
“What kind of show? I think my body has been on display enough recently, don’t you?”
The man’s entire chest vibrates. It actually makes noise, a growl that reverberates through his muscles until it finally escapes the back of his throat.
I like it.
“Who the hell picked out these dresses, by the way? It’s like you ordered them all from Hussies-R-Us. Newsflash, I need everything in tall, or my ass hangs out.”
“I noticed. And I didn’t approve them. This was all done by Kristen and Quinn.”
“She’s a bitch.” It slips from my mouth, and I instantly regret it. Tearing other women down is not who I want to be. It just proves again how out of sorts I am.
“Which one?” He chuckles.
Both. But Quinn, oddly, did stick up for me just now. “Mostly Kristen.” Jesus. I sound like I’ve been sucking on lemons all day.
“Agreed. Now, tell me what we need to do.”
“Well, first you need to get your Grinch out of my ass and release me.”
He does so slowly, lifting one finger at a time, before stepping back.
“Thank you. We’re almost done restocking. I was just about to add the last case of High Noon when Kristen showed up.”
Grey walks to the shed door and pulls out a pallet of High Noons, then places them in the beverage cooler.
“Ready to head to the next hole?” he asks, slipping into the driver’s seat.
“Hey, I’m driving.”
“No.”
“What are you even doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be playing golf?”
“Change of plans.” His gaze falls to my bare thighs when I sit next to him. The ‘Omni-Reyes Happiness’ dress is obscene when I’m standing. Sitting is like being in a bathing suit. “The logo looks good.”
