A Billionaire For Christmas
But soon, the questions turned toward me again, as I expected they might.
“So, Julian,” Rachel started, smirking mischievously as she stabbed her fork into a piece of fruit, “what was it about our Samantha that caught your eye?”
I glanced at Samantha, who froze mid-bite, her eyes wide. She didn’t look annoyed so much as… embarrassed.
“Well,” I began, setting my fork down and looking straight at Rachel, “she’s brilliant, first of all. Smart, witty, and she doesn’t take nonsense from anyone—which I find incredibly refreshing.”
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