Alpha Billionaire’s Bride, Part Three (BWWM Romance Serial) Read Online Free Page B

you taking your dress?”
    “I’ll come back for it later.”
    “One last thing before you go.”
    Marina turned at the door. “What?”
    “We haven’t asked an important question. How, exactly, did
my name get dragged into all of this?”
    “Maybe Syl can tell us that.”
    “I hope so.”
    “Me too,” Marina said. “Because I’m betting the answer to
that question will be the key to solving this whole affair.”
    Jada wasn’t so sure.

    IAN COULDN’T REMEMBER THE LAST time he had so many guests
staying at the lake cabin. He knew the staff was thrilled with the opportunity
to do what they did so well.
    As he sat in the smaller formal dining room and surveyed his
guests, everyone chatting and eating with obvious pleasure, he couldn’t keep
from lingering on Jada. She’d worn her hair down tonight for the first time. It
cascaded around her face and over her shoulders in dark, shiny ringlets. He
longed to tug on those springy curls and watch them bounce back into place, to
tangle his fingers in the thick locks.
    When she walked into the room, her hair like an angel’s
halo, wearing a simple white dress that hugged her curves and showed off her
slim arms and shapely legs, Ian forgot to breathe. Jada’s beauty had literally
stolen his breath. He’d never believed such a thing was possible, but now it
had happened to him.
    What did it mean?
    If ever there was a man who believed he knew himself, Ian
was that man. He had utter confidence in his ability to handle any situation.
He had innate faith that even if he got nervous, or if he wasn’t one hundred
percent certain of success, he’d pull out a victory anyway, regardless of the
odds.
    It was this confidence which assured him the win. Most
people couldn’t fight Ian’s kind of inner strength, having too many self doubts
which made them falter in the face of certainty. Ian’s sheer force of will and
drive sent even his most formidable opponents scrambling in retreat.
    But the situation with Jada was different. He’d never had
feelings like these before. All he could think about was getting this woman
alone and doing all sorts of naughty things to her demurely sexy person. Was he
obsessed?
    This wasn’t Ian Buckley, the man whose iron fist ruled over
one of the largest economic empires on the planet. He’d turned into this other
Ian Buckley, a greedy horn-dog who couldn’t keep his dirty thoughts and hands
off the sweet girl next door.
    Jada laughed at something Sullivan said, and Ian experienced
a flash of irritation at his old friend. Who was Sullivan to make her laugh?
    Oh, great. This wasn’t good. Now Ian was turning into a
jealous asshole, too. He was disgusted with himself.
    Nonetheless, when dinner was finally over and everyone
retreated to the game room for after-dinner drinks and games of billiards and
cards, Ian spent his time daydreaming of what he’d do with Jada when he finally
got her alone. He wasn’t just a greedy horn-dog, but an unrepentant one, too.
    When the party broke up, Ian caught Jada’s eye and she
lingered near him.
    Ian kept his voice low so he wouldn’t be overheard. “Meet me
in twenty minutes in the pool room. I thought we might enjoy a dip in the
jacuzzi.”
    Jada smiled. “I definitely would enjoy that.”
    “Good. Do you have a swimsuit?”
    “Yep. Your assistant thought of everything.”
    “Damn. She’s too efficient by half. This jacuzzi is suit
optional, just so you know.”
    Jada laughed lightly, a flirtatious sound.
    “Don’t let anyone see you go,” Ian warned.
    He himself headed straight to his dressing room, changed
into swim trunks and a robe and was back downstairs in under five minutes. He
mixed a few drinks, lowered the lighting and found some soft, sexy music to set
the mood.
    Jada arrived on time, swathed in a thick white bathrobe, her
hair pulled back into a ponytail.
    He met her with a smile and after a quick check down the
hall to make sure no one had followed her, closed the double