How to Marry the Last Billionaire on Earth
book three of the
operation billionaire trilogy
For one of my favorite movie stars, Rosalind Russel...
elise sax
Rosalind
It's not my plane.
"This isn't my plane," I tell the man. We're standing on the tarmac with my suitcases next to me. He's a skinny man with a large pot belly, and his breath smells of onions and alcohol. He's the pilot. It says so on the pin on his "Howdy Airlines" t-shirt.
He looks down at his clipboard. "Rosalind Frances," he reads. "Bora Bora, right? That's where I'm going."
"This plane can get to Bora Bora?" I ask, incredulous. It's a small plane. An eight-seater. It has propellers, and rust is peeking out from the paint here and there. The flight from Los Angeles to Bora Bora is ten hours. I don't think the fuel t
