Semua Bab Heating Up The Billionaire's Sheets: Bab 1 - Bab 8

To say that I wasn't more taken with Britney O'Prey than any other woman on the island would have been a lie. Was I the cliché rich boy who wanted what every man desired in a room, and yet couldn't have? Yes, yes I absolutely was. So much so that I watched her and her alone for an entire evening like some depraved, primitive creature. This behavior of mine I would have been ready to chalk up to a passing fancy of an admittedly beautiful woman, if the woman in question did not continue to pique my interest in the only way any woman ever could: by simply not showing herself. Absence certainly made the heart grow fonder, even if it was only of the notion of taking a woman to bed. "Have we heard back from the agency yet?" I asked absentmindedly, taking in the view from the balcony of my study. Out here was where I did my best thinking. That was until I met Britney. Over the last three days, all my thinking was about her. Naked. In my arms. In my bed. On the beach. In my office chair.

This was a terrible idea and I knew it, but I kept walking towards the restaurant where Will and I met anyway. Too emotionally drained to make excuses, even to myself, I accepted that I had cabin fever. Well that and maybe some small, teeny tiny part of me wanted to see Will. "May I?" he asked, sneaking up on me from behind and claiming my hand before I had the chance to respond. "It appears you may," I responded bluntly, a trait I came to associate with being in his presence. Still, I allowed him to hold onto my hand and escort me into the room. Ill at ease with all the attention we were drawing, I found myself holding a hand up to my chest. "Who knew one hundred people were so many," I proclaimed, now squeezing the hand that held mine. "Surely it's nothing to the great Britney O'Prey," he said, moving to let go of my hand. A switch flipped inside me and I held on tighter, both to his hand and my chest. Will paused, waiting on me, a quizzical look in his eye. "Of course not, n

"Is it done?" I asked, finding myself in a sulky mood the next morning. "Yes, Mr. Hunter, it is. Ryan Summers will never work for a respectable publication again," Harmon replied.I took it upon myself to attempt to ease my anxiety by taking a walk on the beach. Dawn was breaking. The sunrise was perfect and getting rid of Ryan Summers permanently felt rewarding. Still, the scowl on my face remained. "Cupid's Cove has a guest," said Harmon, somewhat reluctantly. It was rare to have me be in a foul mood, much less because of some shitty reporter looking for his big break and definitely not over a woman. Yet, there I was and it was happening. The obscene banter and pointless smiles from last night's party didn't help either. "Satan's spouse or his spawn?" I asked, uncertain that I wanted to know the answer."Your fortune is too great for it to be mommy. Alas, you shall have to make do with me," said a peppy voice. "Harmon," she said in greeting, blowing him a kiss. "Miss Olivia," H

All four of us seated at the table, what felt like an intimate, cozy space moments ago, now felt suffocating. My Britney O'Prey magic was waning. I had just enough left to get my message across. "No," I said abruptly, knowing that no good could come of this. "No? What do you mean no? This is your dream job. Making this commercial for Hunter Industries will put Britney O'Prey on the map," said Olivia, aghast with shock, her tone getting louder and more agitated by the second. I couldn't keep my eyes from traveling to and settling on Will, who was looking at me too. From the corner of my eye, I caught Olivia frantically looking first at Macy, then back and forth between Will and I. At this rate, the girl was going to give herself whiplash. "What she means is—" Macy jumped in, desperately trying to salvage the situation. "I think Ms. O'Prey can speak for herself," said Will, stupidly cool and collected and did I mention calm.H