Page 132 of Craving Danger

I let out a sigh as I take a seat at the table. “I’m dating Franco.”

“Oh, you’re on a first-name basis with him?”

“Of course.” I shake my head at her. “He’s my boyfriend. What else would I call him?”

She slumps down in a chair, looking a little stunned. Giving me an unsure look, she asks, “You’re really dating Mr. Vitale and not just hooking up for casual office sex?”

“We’re in a committed relationship,” I say.

Her jaw drops again, then she asks, “When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s complicated.” Not knowing what else to say, I throw Franco under the bus as I lie, “Franco wanted to keep it a secret until we were official, so I couldn’t tell you.”

“How long have you two been dating?”

“A week.”

Her eyebrow lifts. “So it’s still pretty new.”

“We’ve been official a week but have been talking about it for a month or so.”

She glances through the windows at Franco’s office, then looks back to me. “The other women are going to be so freaking jealous when I tell them.” Shaking her head, she gives me a confused look. “I thought we hated him?”

“We kinda did,” I chuckle. “He’s actually very different when you get to know him.”

She leans forward as if I’m busy giving her the inside scoop of a lifetime. “Different how?”

“Well, he’s kind and caring.” I lean forward as well. “He’s actually pretty amazing.”

Jenny’s features soften. “You look smitten with him.”

“I am,” I chuckle before I admit, “I love him.”

“Damn, he must be good in bed if you love him after a week of dating.”

Laughter bursts from me. “Like I said, it’s complicated. I can’t tell you everything.”

Her eyes grow bigger. “Oooh, did he make you sign an NDA?”

Taking the out she gives me, I nod. “Yes.”

“Shoot.” A smile forms on her face again. “Will he be your plus one to my wedding?”

“Definitely.”

Her smile widens, then she playfully slaps me on the knee. “Damn, girl, you landed yourself a billionaire.”

Shaking my head, I say, “It’s not about the money.”

“I didn’t say it was. I just think it’s cool.”

I hear the phone ring and tap the button on my earpiece to answer the call. “Mr. Vitale’s office. Samantha speaking.”

“Do you need me to save you?” Franco asks.

My mouth curves up. “No, I can handle it on my own.”

“Okay, baby.”

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