Page 51 of Billionaire's Second Chance

He chuckled.

“Of course, he’d be on set. This project is his baby. He’s the producer and a co-director.”

“I hope Rocky likes the dog sitter,” I sighed.

“I'm sure he will. She comes highly rated,” Greg consoled me.

And paid for by Damon.

I kept my lips pursed, wondering what was worse—that I was having all these feelings for Damon or that I had to pretend not to in public.

We arrived at the movie location, and Greg helped me down from the car. One of the crew members walked over to me, wielding a smile and a bouquet in her hands.

“Some delivery guy from a flower shop downtown dropped this off for you.”

“Thank you.” I took the flowers from her and buried my nose in them.

“Look, there is a note attached.” Greg plucked it out and opened it.

“It seems our crush has an air of mystery about him,” Greg smirked, handing me the note.

Only three words appeared on the note—"To my Rose".No name. I flipped it over to the other side. Still, nothing.

We both turned to find Damon with his head cocked to a side. His hands were tucked in his pockets, a suave smile on his face.

I slipped the note behind me.

He broadened his smile. I was transported to our time on the yacht, and my face flushed bright red.

Damn, you, Damon.

He took a step closer, his cologne flooding my mind with memories.

“What’s that behind you?” He grinned.

“Oh, it’s nothing, Damon. Shall we get going?” Greg came to my rescue.

But Damon’s eyes didn’t leave mine.

Please, Damon. Stop.

He took another step closer, and my breath paused. When he reached behind me for the note, I was completely under his spell. Petrified.

“Ava, let's go, please!” Greg’s voice punctured whatever magic had rendered me motionless.

“I’ve been looking all over for you," another male voice came from behind me.

It was Derek, clambering down from one of the trailers.

“Derek.” I let out a puff of air.

“You two catch up. The set will be ready soon,” Damon's eyes grayed out. He took a few steps back, then disappeared from sight.

Greg leaned close to my ears, glancing around. “What was that all about?”

“I don't know, Greg. You know how he is,” I lied.

“Whatever that is, get it under control,” Greg spewed through his clenched teeth.

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