Page 4 of My Big, Fat, Secret Billionaire Baby

Rossi approaches Tatiana, and I see the subtle shift in his posture, the focused intensity in his gaze. Yep, definitely interested. Leo, however, turns his attention to me, handing me a shot glass filled with something amber. Tequila?

“We’re celebrating Marco’s last days of freedom and Amara’s corporate ascension,” Leo says. His knuckles brush mine as I take the glass, a casual contact that feels anything but.

Shots with handsome strangers who are also potential business contacts (or friends of potential business contacts)?

Bad PR.

Bad life choices.

But Leo is watching me, that knowing grin playing on his lips. Meanwhile Rossi is looking at Tatiana with undisguised interest.

And suddenly, the carefully constructed walls around my ‘professional Sabrina’ persona feel suffocating. I came here to let loose, didn’t I? Besides, I just gave Tatiana a lecture about boundaries being optional. It’s time to put up or shut up.

So I drink. The tequila burns, sharp and clean, chasing away the last dregs of my hesitation.

Leo leans towards me and his scent hits me again.Black tea and fig leaf, mixed with salt and reckless masculinity.

It’s primal.

Intoxicating.

He lowers his voice so only I can hear over the music. “So, Sabrina. What’s your story?”

For a moment his words don’t even register. My mind is so far away, distracted by his looks, his scent, his...presence, it’s not even funny.

But then I blink, coming back to reality.

Story? Like... job?

“I’m a PR and Marketing Consultant specializing in reputation management and crisis control for high-profile clients,” I blurt out by rote.

Oh god, try not to come off like I’m reciting my LinkedIn profile or anything.

He raises an eyebrow, a slow, teasing smile spreading across his face. “That wouldn’t involve managing the reputations of any charming rogues who happen to accost you at pool parties, would it?”

I feel my cheeks heat up, but I play along, batting my eyelashes dramatically. “Depends. Is the charming rogue offering hazard pay? And a very generous retainer?”

Leo laughs, the sound warm against the thumping bass. “Negotiable. Especially if crisis mitigation involves more… hands-on interaction.” He lets the implication hang there, his green eyes sparkling with amusement.

Okay, the man knows how to flirt.

He leans back slightly, that teasing glint still in his eyes. “But seriously. Crisis PR, huh? Must make Vegas seem tame.”

I laugh. “You have no idea. Thoughnavigating a bachelor party full of spoiled brats definitely presents its own unique challenges.”

“Spoiled brats?” he says, his eyes crinkling at the corners again. That damn smile. It should be registered as a weapon. “Is that what you think we are?”

“Aren’t you?” I challenge.

He purses his lips, then nods slowly. “I do always get what I want, that’s true...” His gaze drops dangerously to my lips.

My own eyes fall to his mouth. Inside, my nerves are doing the cha-cha.

He’s smooth.

Too smooth.

Don’t kiss him...

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