The Billionaire's Attention

the girl by the bar as she laid an emp

men?" she slurred w

with one of my own. She knew that I'd

do you?" she forged on, t

r, hourglass figure, a sea of red going down her back. She'd dismissed nine men already this night. Were th

ight if I didn't," I admitted, smoot

p, little sparks of frustrat

motioning with her index

dn't spent this much time on the last guy. Her finger circled my lips as she debated what to do with her latest p

ed on her face as my tongue sw

artled at the pop of her finger leaving my lips, but

me," she said, looking down and smoothing

ou debuted at fashion week in Milan two years ago. Beyond that, and your talent of course

in her eyes was back, t

thought this place was for the elite and famo

g her another drink. The bartender loc

rich folk, hand picked and vetted by a billionaire. All for you to sh

cocktail and my usual scotch on the r

se should have its limits

the little umbrella out of her glass before

ir own accord, lingering on her lips

here twenty-four hours ago," she grumbled, knocking back the rest of

s, Ms O'Prey," I took her hands into mine. "But beauty like yours simply isn't meant to be i

Mr. Hunter for fa

the back of the bar. She raised an eyebrow at me in curiosity. I wondered what shocked her m

e, I debated throwing my own hat into the ring. Not one to mix business with pleasure, I resisted the urge. In the end, it seems that I ought to have trus

f. I watched as they all sprung into action. Within half an hour, the restaurant was em

she began in an

e. He does, however, hope this offers you some consolation. If yo

d after me as I t

the house," I called back,

go? Where are you go

I stopped, turned and t

her day, be the ge

yself on a loop, bef

for a potential lawsuit, of c

're Will Hunter, t

to speak, but I raised my hand to stop her. "This is a tacti

h a menu, waiting to escort h

he said, her face easing back into a