Page 69 of The Sexy Billionaire

I didn’t get far into Giorgio’s apartment, so I’ve only noticed now the incredible views. “Oh wow,” I gasp, looking at the floor-to-ceiling windows that show off the Hudson River, over to Long Island, and the Empire State Building.

“It’s a great view. I’m here so much that I forget what it’s like to see it for the first time,” she says, following me over to the window.

“I can only imagine how amazing it would be at night with all the lights.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get a chance to see it at night.” She chuckles beside me.

“Your brother and I are old friends,” I tell her.

She shrugs. “I know.” But the smile she gives me tells me she doesn’t believe it at all.

“Drinks, ladies. You’re going to need this,” he says, handing me a shot. I take it and throw it back.

“Hell yeah, that’s the spirit, raw dog that shot,” Natalia calls out.

Giorgio chokes on his shot. “What the hell, Nat?”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, she did the shot without salt and lime. I can tell we are going to get on well. She’s already better than ninety percent of all your girlfriends.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.” We both reiterate to his sister.

She waves her hands, ignoring our words. “Paige, do you like shopping?” she questions me.

“I never had money to shop before, but I guess now I do. I’m apparently a countess. I have no idea about designer clothes or anything like that,” I explain to her, the tequila loosening my lips more than they normally would.

“Oh no,” Giorgio groans.

Oh no, what? What does that mean?

Natalia’s eyes widen and a huge smile falls across her face. “Are you asking for a makeover?”

No, I don’t think I was asking for a makeover. Those words never left my lips.

“Here, you’re going to need this,” Giorgio says, handing me another shot of tequila. “Just go with it.” He grins as I take the shot from him. I throw back the tequila and do as he says and go with it. This is the kind of distraction I need after today. I’m suddenly agreeing to go out tomorrow with Natalia, where she is going to turn me into a modern-day Italian countess.

“I did the same with Luca’s girlfriend, Lilly,” she tells me.

“I’m not his girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Gio and I repeat to her, which she conveniently ignores.

Suddenly, my phone starts ringing; saved by the bell. I grab it out of my bag and see that it’s Smith. “Excuse me for a moment,” I say, getting up off the sofa and moving away from them.

“Hey, sorry I missed your call, I was on a stakeout. Everything okay?” my brother asks.

“Oh yeah, everything’s fine,” I tell him.

“Are you drunk?”

“Maybe.”

“Are you with Callie and Sav?” he asks.

“Nope, I’m with Gio and Natalia, his sister. Boy, has she grown up, she’s so beautiful you have to catch up. On second thoughts, no you can’t meet her, you and your womanizing ways are not welcome near her.”

“Hey, I’m offended. How come you’re over there?” he questions me.

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