Page 10 of Billionaire Retreat

“So, the G in G.L. Wallace doesn’t stand for Griffin?”

“Nope.”

“What does it stand for?”

He looked at me with narrowed eyes. “Why do you want to know?”

I shrugged. “Just curious?”

“Are you going to stalk me on social media if I tell you?”

“Do you want me to stalk you on social media?”

He pretended to be pensive, scratching at a non-existent beard. “Maybe, if that’s what you’re into… don’t stop on my account.”

He was funny and I couldn’t help but laugh even if the joke was at my expense.

“I like your laugh.” He smiled down at me and it was then that I realized how close we actually were. I’d given him plenty of room, but unknowingly we’d migrated closer and closer together as we talked.

“Glad it meets your approval.”

He reached to touch my face, his hand trailing over into my hair. I rested my face against his palm, feeling close to him and comfortable in his presence. I didn’t readily take to most men. In fact, I was normally shy and rebuffed male attention. No matter how arrogant it sounded, being the prettiest girl in school had been more of a headache than anything else, so I tended to downplay my looks.

As a result, I’d had few boyfriends. I had one boyfriend when I was 17 and needed someone to take me to prom and then another boyfriend in my brief time in college, which had been at least three years ago.

“You have such beautiful eyes. They’re so unusual,” he said.

“Most of the women in my family have eyes like mine.”

“Are most of the women in your family as beautiful as you?”

“Yes,” I said matter-of-factly. “So don’t get any ideas.”

“Trust me. I’ll try not to hit on your mother.”

My laugh was muffled by his lips as he caught me off guard by kissing me softly. He pulled away and said, “I hope this doesn’t violate your contract.”

“Who cares?” I said bringing his mouth back to mine, kissing him thoroughly.

We broke apart when we heard a strange noise approaching. It was a guy on a golf cart. He waved to us and kept on moving. I assumed he was a security guard of some sort.

“Take off your clothes.”

“What?”

“There’s a body of water, illuminated by the moonlight. We’re two attractive people with no inhibitions.”

“No inhibitions? Speak for yourself…” I mumbled.

“Let’s go skinny dipping. There’s no one here but me and you. Take a chance. Come on.”

I shook my head. “I’ve taken enough chances for one day. After all, I’m here with you, right? A complete stranger. Kissing under the moonlight.”

He seemed ready to try to cajole me when we heard voices.

“Looks like someone’s coming,” I said just before the group rounded the corner.

“There you are! Getting cozy already, I see,” said a guy who had clearly already had too much to drink.