The Billionaire (The Dalton Brothers 2)

“So?” Monica said the second I set down my phone.

I picked up my drink and rested it against my chest, needing to cool down again. “I’m going to his room before dinner. Don’t worry; I won’t be late.”

“You’re getting the D; you can be as late as you want. We’ll get you a to-go dinner if we need to since I know how hangry you get.”

I looked toward the girls in the pool, watching them flirt with complete strangers who were eyeing my friends like candy. “What am I doing?” My stare connected with Monica’s. “Really, what in the fucking hell am I doing?”

“You’re having fun.” She leaned back in her chair, hands linked under her head, arms spread wide. “And you’re getting some ass.” She laughed. “Which is something you’ve needed for a while.”

“Thanks … dick.”

“Listen, I’m just speaking the truth, and we both know it.” She paused to watch two guys walk by, both handsome, but neither had anything on Jenner. “How long is he here for?”

I couldn’t remember at what point he’d told me, but I recalled him answering that question, so I said, “He’s here for the rest of the week.”

Which was the same as us.

“One check in the hell yes box.” She clinked her glass against mine. “What else do you know about him?”

I sucked in a deep breath. “He’s a lawyer, he lives in LA, he’s here with friends and a brother or two.”

Her face was like the heart-eyes emoji. “A lawyer? I just died—again.”

“And he probably has a good ten years on me, maybe more.”

She sat up and faced me, crossing her legs. “Age is hot. It makes him experienced; it makes him established and successful and independent—things we can’t say about any of the fools we go to college with.”

“That’s definitely true.”

She leaned forward, squeezing my knee. “You need to promise that you won’t get shit-faced and end up married and wake up the next morning, not remembering a damn thing. I’ve seen far too many movies like that.” She looked up at the sky, like she was entering dreamland. “I already know how I’m going to design my maid-of-honor gown and every ruffle and piece of satin that’s going to go on it, and I won’t settle for an Elvis drive-through at three in the morning, somewhere off the Strip.”

“Let’s not forget, you’ll also be designing my wedding gown.” I winked, smiling, until I thought of the other scenario. “You don’t have to worry; my parents would murder me if I married someone without their approval, and then my father would disassemble him limb by limb.” I didn’t even want to put that thought into my head. “Jenner and I live on opposite sides of the country, and we’re in totally different worlds. This week is all about fun, like you said … nothing more.”