An Accidental Date with a Billionaire

“You already said that,” Lisa pointed out. She pushed her glasses into place with her left index finger.

“He’s hot enough that it bears mentioning twice.”

“True.” Lisa chuckled and placed her nail gun against the wood, pulling the trigger smoothly. “How’s Izzy?”

“I’m not sure,” Sam said, frowning. “I’ve been trying to call her, but she doesn’t answer. I’m hoping it’s because she’s too busy being happy, but with Don…”

Lisa shuddered. “I hate that guy.”

“We all do,” Sam agreed. There was just something about him that felt…off. Like everything he said was a lie he carefully orchestrated in order to get ahead in the world, but Izzy didn’t see it. She loved the guy and refused to listen to anyone else.

“She’d be better off with a guy like that one,” Lisa said, watching Taylor again.

Sam shook her head. “He’s too risky. Guys who are too handsome usually want to control you.”

“I’m all right with that. I’ll take him off your hands if you want,” Lisa said, sighing as she watched him.

Something Sam didn’t want to name churned in her belly.

“By all means,” she mumbled. “Help yourself.”

“No use trying,” Lisa said. “He’s been staring at you all day.”

Sam glanced at him.

Sure enough, he was checking her out.

The second they locked eyes, she expected him to turn away, but he smiled at her. He could totally be People’s “Sexiest Man Alive.”

And he was grinning at her.

Sam broke the eye contact with Taylor after giving him a small smile back.

“When’s the last time you brought a guy home?”

“Uh…” She thought about it. “Like, a year. Maybe?”

Wow. Had it been that long? What the hell happened? Sure, she didn’t do relationships, but she usually took time to go on the occasional date.

Lisa shook her head. “Take him home with you. A girl needs to have her fun, Sam.”

Sam snorted. “No. Not with him.”

If she went out on a date with someone, it would be with…Stewart, who worked at the coffee shop she always went to and never stopped flirting with her. He was cute, in a guy-next-door kind of way.

Stewart was safe.

Sam had a strict rule about life—she didn’t take chances or make bad decisions that would come back to bite her in the butt.

Taylor had mistake written all over him.

“Shh, he’s coming,” Lisa said, smacking Sam’s arm.

Sam didn’t point out that she hadn’t been talking.

“Hey,” Taylor said from behind her. “Sam, right?”

She faced him, biting back a groan. He’d lifted his flannel up and swiped his forehead with his shirt, baring a set of abs that looked way too perfect to be real.