Page 9 of Billionaire Retreat

Chapter 3

Once we were down the stairs, he let go of my hand. We walked close to each other, not quite touching, but close enough to do so. I felt so unnerved. Reckless abandon wasn’t very me, but with Griffin, I was throwing caution to the wind.

“So, you wanted to talk… so let’s talk…” I said playfully, even though I was enjoying the silence in his presence.

“Why are you here?”

“It’s a job,” I said, shrugging. “And I needed a job.”

“So, you deliberately signed yourself up for this?”

“That day you saw me, I was actually coming back from my audition as a camp counselor… entertainment specialist… whatever you want to call it.”

“They made you audition in your swimsuit? Richard should be ashamed of himself.”

I groaned. “I don’t have the best of luck in general and the other day was no exception. I was attempting to go to a swimsuit model audition and instead ended up auditioning for this job before almost getting run over by your car.”

“You are unlucky.”

“Thanks, Griff.”

He laughed.

We were suddenly approaching a clearing and I could see the beach beyond the trees.

“Wow, this place is paradise.”

“Maybe if I weren’t here for a bachelor party I would be inclined to agree with you.”

“What’s your problem? It’s just a group of guys having fun, blowing off some steam before a wedding.”

“Sorry, crowds just aren’t my idea of a good time.”

“There are only about ten people in there.”

He grimaced. “That’s like a million.”

I laughed and he surprised me by sitting down suddenly in the sand and patting the space next to him.

“So, let me guess. You’re an introvert?” I said, crouching down next to him.

“I don’t like labels.”

I rolled my eyes.

“But if I had to be defined, then I guess introvert would be the right word.”

“So, what do you do in your free time? Stay inside and read books?”

“Pretty much. And work.”

“Fun times.”

“I enjoy it,” he said dryly.

I decided to change the subject. “Griffin’s an unusual name? Is it a family name?”

“It’s a nickname.”