Page 68 of The Sexy Billionaire

We both jump back from each other and turn to look at who has arrived. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen appears; she looks vaguely familiar, probably a supermodel.

Oh no. Did I crash a date?

She stops in her tracks as she sees Giorgio and I standing there, dark-brown eyes widening as she looks between the two of us.

“Did I interrupt something?” she asks, arching a brow at him.

Giorgio sighs and turns to me. “This is my sister, Natalia,” he says, explaining who the woman is.

Natalia.

His sister.

Shit, the last time I saw her she was tiny. Oh, my goodness, she is gorgeous.

“Nat, this is my friend Paige.”

His sister’s head swings to him, then back to me.

“As in, Paige, your first love who you caught up with at a funeral?” she questions him.

He groans at the description. “Yes, that Paige.”

Her eyes widen and a huge smile falls across her face. The next thing I know, she is rushing toward me and pulling me into a hug.

“Nat,” Gio calls out in warning.

“I’m so happy to finally meet you,” she says almost giddily.

This is unexpected. “It’s nice to meet you, but we’ve met before when you were very young,” I say.

She shakes her head. “Of course.” She giggles.

“You never told me she was this stunning, Gio,” she teases her brother.

He shakes his head and mouths “sorry” toward me over her head.

“Please, I’m all gross from the gym,” I say, leaving out the part about running into my stalker ex.

“And yet you look amazing.”

She could get a job as a hype girl. I need her to walk around with me all day giving me compliments.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were having company over?I would have made myself scarce,”she says in Italian.

“Wasn’t planned. My ex-husband breached the protective order I have against him. I called Gio for help and here I am,” I explain to her.

“She speaks Italian,” Gio adds unnecessarily.

“I get that now,” she says, rolling her eyes at him. “And are you okay?” she asks before turning to her brother and glaring at him. “Has he offered you a drink? Do you need water, wine, tequila?”

“Not yet,” I answer with a smile.

“You’re the worst host, Gio,” she reprimands him. “I think what we need is a bottle of tequila and some shot glasses.”

“I’ll get them.” He groans as he disappears into the kitchen.

“Come sit,” she says, ushering me over to the sofa.

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