Page 8 of Billionaire Retreat

He laughed then and it caught me off-guard. His laugh was unselfconscious, deep and rich. And I found myself laughing along.

“I’m a glorified Hooters girl, aren’t I?”

“Bingo,” he said, and I shook my head in disbelief.

“Well, at least the pay is good.”

He smiled at me. “That’s good to know. I was afraid this whole thing might have been a front for human trafficking.”

I giggled. “Are you always this cynical?”

He shrugged. “It’s in my nature.”

“We’ll make quite a pair this week.”

“I’m looking forward to it. So how about that walk?”

I looked towards the dining room where everyone was gathering but us, but I didn’t feel like they would be even half as much fun as Griffin.

“I’d gladly take you up on that offer.”

He took my hand in his and I remembered the other day, how it felt to be comforted by him. Griffin was virtually a stranger to me and I was agreeing to join him on a walk in a strange place. I should have been afraid, or at the very least cautious. But I didn’t feel fear… just excitement.

The evening was turning out to be quite an adventure, I thought to myself, as we disappeared through a door and stepped out into paradise.