Free Seduction on the Sand (The Billionaires of Barefoot Bay #2) by Roxanne St. Claire Page B

Ivory.”
    Behind her, Elliott stepped onto the veranda. “Holy shit is right. What the hell do they want?”
    “You know him?” She wanted to turn to see Elliott’s face, but didn’t want to miss a minute of “Naughty Nate.” Shirtless, no less.  
    “Yeah, I know him.”
    “Dang, I left my phone in the car. I want to get a picture.”
    He choked softly. “To sell to the tabloids for fifty grand? Thought you didn’t care about money, Frankie.”
    “Who said anything about selling it?” she teased.
    He was next to her in an instant, but both men lifted their hands in greeting.
    “Nice of you to show up, Becker,” Nate called.
    “You really do know him.” She couldn’t keep the awe out of her voice, which earned her a dark look.
    “He’s not your type.”
    She bit back a smile and looked at Nate again. “Oh, honey, Naughty Nate is everyone’s type.”
    He mumbled a curse and practically leapt off the veranda, heading them off as they came closer.  
    “I want to meet him,” she called playfully.
    Elliott purposely ignored that, and Frankie didn’t know what gave her more of a secret thrill—that he was jealous or that she was about to meet the equivalent of American royalty. The Ivory name was synonymous with power, money, and juicy scandals. With hands in every business and half of Hollywood and a lot of Congress, there was an Ivory on the front page of the news regularly.
    Out of earshot, the three of them talked for a minute, then Nate and the other man gave her friendly waves. Frankie took that as an invitation and joined them on the paved path that separated the house from the beach.
    “These are some friends of mine, Frankie,” Elliott said, gesturing to the men. “Zeke Nicholas and Nate Ivory.”
    She looked from one to the other while she shook hands, politely not ogling their chests, but still stealing a few peeks.
    “So this is who has Becker’s full attention this week,” Nate said, giving her a world-famous once-over that had made millions of women swoon. Oddly, it had no effect, but that might have been because Becker held his own with these two men.  
    “It seems he has a strange desire to be around goats,” she told them.
    Both men could barely hide their amusement. “I think it has a lot more to do with the goatherd than the herd of goats,” Zeke said, grinning at her.
    The statement did crazy things to her insides, far more than Nate Ivory’s flirtatious wink that said he agreed.  
    “So, what brings you here?” she asked.  
    “It’s a...baseball thing,” Nate said.
    “Softball, actually,” Elliott corrected him. “We’re all on the same softball team.”
    “Really?” Well, it certainly made sense that they were athletes with those bodies. “That must be fun to watch.” For any female with a pulse. “Are you planning to play while you’re all here? I’d love to see a game.”
    “No,” Elliott said quickly. “We’re not, we’re—”
    “Bad,” Zeke added. “Not pretty to watch.”
    She smiled up at him. “I doubt that.”
    “What are you two talking about?” Nate asked. “The Niners are fantastic to watch.”
    “The Niners? That’s your team?” Frankie shifted her gaze to Becker, who looked more than a little uncomfortable. Was he jealous of these guys? That seemed a little preposterous, but something was bugging him.
    “Yeah,” Zeke answered. “The Niners.”
    “What does the name mean?” Frankie asked.
    They all shared a look and a silent communication that she couldn’t decipher.  
    “It means...” Nate dragged out the words.
    “Nine on a team?” she guessed.
    “Zeroes,” Becker finally said. “Net worth.”
    It took a few seconds for that to register, then she understood those nine zeroes meant a billion. “All of you?”
    “More or less,” Elliott said. “So now I’m sure you don’t want to see us play.”
    Because she’d made her feelings about billionaires clear enough to him. She gave an easy shrug. “Might still