After a devastating breakup, Mollie's LA adventure takes an unexpected twist when a run-in with a billionaire at the airport lands them both in the spotlight. Now, they're teaming up to revive a forgotten Hollywood gem, but as they rebuild the motel, will they also fall in love? "Your boss is a pitiful loser, and a billion dollars can't change that!" Mollie's back hit something. Something big, hard, and tall. Someone big, hard, and tall. She turned. The person she had run into was a man. He had jet-black hair that curled around his face. His eyes were icy blue, and he seemed to stare into her soul. His clothes were exquisite and clung to every curve of his body like thick honey. Even Mollie, who knew little about fashion, could tell his suit was expensive. So this was the billionaire in person. Mollie winced. He had obviously overheard her rant to his bodyguard. What had she called this man? A pathetic loser? An egotistical jerk? The man's lips parted, and he spoke. "How about ten billion?" "What?" "You said I was a pitiful loser, and a billion dollars wouldn't change that. But how about ten billion?" he said with an arrogant smirk. Aha! That was it! She had called him a pitiful loser, not a pathetic loser. She didn't know which one was worse, though. Great, of course. She had pissed off the most powerful man in Los Angeles the second she arrived. Mollie sighed, feeling like her whole life had been a series of unlucky accidents. But now was not the time to dwell on that. Molly had to focus on the problem in front of her. And that problem was currently waiting for her response, no doubt wondering if there was something mentally wrong with her. "No," Mollie replied, determined not to let this man scare her. "Ten billion dollars doesn't change that either." The man frowned, small lines appearing between his brows. He looked genuinely disappointed by her answer. "Then I guess I have to keep working harder."