Page 79 of The Sexy Billionaire

“Thanks for picking me up,” I say, greeting Natalia as I hop into the car. Quickly, I look up to see if it’s the same driver we had from last night, because I’m embarrassed at the way I threw myself at an unsuspecting Giorgio.Not that his dick was complaining.That was true. I could feel how hard I was making him through my thin activewear; he always was a big boy.

“As if Gio would have it any other way.” She grins, looking like a supermodel. Is this how she looks just to go shopping? Because I would have said she was off to the Met Gala, dressed as she is in head-to-toe designer. I look down at what I’m wearing—a blue sundress, tan sandals, my hair pulled up in a messy bun, sunglasses to ward off the hangover, and no makeup. How does she look so bright and awake when she partied as hard as I did and then went out afterward, too?

“Did you drink fewer shots than me last night? Because I don’t know how you were able to go out after all that.”

“Trained professional.” She grins. “Did you have a good night?” Her dark eyes narrow on me. What does she know? Did Gio tell her that I kissed him? No. Maybe, it is his sister. I didn’ttell Smith or the girls, not yet. I’m not sure if I ever will.She might just be making conversation.This is true; I’m all up in my own head when it could be nothing.

“Watching your brother eat a slice of New York pizza kept me entertained. He grimaced and whined the entire time, but I know he secretly loved it.”

“Really? Wish I’d seen that, he’s such a food snob. I can’t believe you got him to try it. He is one of the most stubborn people I know. He really likes you if you got him to do that.” She laughs.

“We’re friends, old friends,” I reiterate to her.

Natalia rolls her eyes at me. “My brother says the same thing about you.”

Not sure if I’m relieved or not.

“But I’ll stop prying because we have serious shopping to do, and we need a plan,” she says.

Serious shopping?

“Also, I have Gio’s credit card, so we can go crazy.” She grins.

“I have my own money, I won’t need his,” I add quickly; I don’t want her to think I can’t afford this. I also don’t need Giorgio’s money either.

“Can I ask you something personal?” she asks.

“Depends on what it is,” I answer.

She nods. “Who are you now? My brother said something about you inheriting a title and stuff. I’m so much younger, so I don’t remember you or your family, sorry.”

That is a valid question. I forget that she’s younger and wasn’t around when Gio and I were seeing each other. So, I start explaining to her all about Lucia and her world that I’ve only started learning about.

“No way did your great-aunt invest in Yvette Sanchez designs. I love her clothes. Have you been to her atelier inParis? We should go. And then you can introduce me,” she says excitedly.

“Sounds like I need to head to Paris. I have an apartment there, too, apparently, as well as Rome.”

“No way, where in Rome?”

I pull out my phone and bring up the email I got from Lucia’s business manager, who shared with me all the property and businesses and assets I apparently now own. When I click on the address in maps, I turn it around and show Natalia.

“No fricken way. You’re neighbors with Luca and Lilly. They literally live on the other side of the Spanish Steps,” she tells me. Wow, that’s a small world. “Gio’s place is near the Villa Borghese Gardens, not far though.” She gives me a smirk.

Good to know, I guess, if I ever need to borrow a cup of sugar or something. We then get talking about the houses and the hotels I now own and where they are located; she knows more about the areas than I do. She then explains to me how my title works in Italy, that it doesn’t mean anything to anyone unless you are in that circle already. She continues to say that her parents would know a lot more about what Lucia did in that world than she does and that I should speak to them, especially regarding my great-aunt’s charities and what needs to be done with them. All the information she’s given me is invaluable, but also overwhelming.

“Here we are at Saks Fifth Avenue. I thought it would be the easiest, I didn’t want to overwhelm you.” She grins like a Cheshire cat as we get out of the car.

“Miss Fiorenzo and Miss Johnson, welcome to Saks on Fifth Avenue. My name is Nicole, and I will be your personal shopper for today,” the beautiful redhead introduces herself to us. The salespeople introducing themselves to you thing is new. I’ve never seen that before, or is that what the VIP experience is? “Now I’ve pulled some items for you, Miss Fiorenzo, as peryour request, and they’re waiting in your personal stylist suite upstairs. I hope they are to your liking,” Nicole states, and we follow her into the department store and up to our private suite.

What is this life? Certainly not mine.

Waiting for us in the luxurious suite is a bottle of champagne and rack after rack of clothes, shoes, bags, and accessories. I’ve died and gone to couture heaven. One of the staff presents Natalia and me with a glass of champagne, and I take a nervous sip; this is not a world I am accustomed to.

“I thought we would be walking around the shops. I had no idea this existed. I told one of my friends that we would catch up with her out there,” I say to Natalia in Italian.

“Message her, tell her to come up,”Natalia suggests.

I pull out my phone and message Savannah to come up to the private suites instead of schlepping with everyone else. I had invited Callie, but she had to work, damn lawyer stuff. She texts back that she’s on her way, which I relay to Nicole. While I wait for Savannah to arrive, I slowly look at all the dresses and outfits they have pulled for me.

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