Billionaire by Design (A BWWM Romance) Read Online Free Page B

to work mornings at Family Burger . Their shifts occasionally overlapped, but it was the nights at home relaxing on the couch before bed when the two really got to spend time together. Tonight, however, there would be no time to socialize. Jenna gave Leigh the short version of events while her friend listened attentively, then headed to her room to boot up her computer.
    Normally she’d take a long, hot shower before slipping on her robe and watching television alongside Leigh, but she couldn’t get Zane Talbot out of her head. Their entire exchange had lasted only five minutes, yet she’d been thinking about him ever since. His incredible eyes, deep voice, confident stride, perfect smile, firm hands, and commanding presence had completely captivated her. Everything about the man was intriguing, and impossible to forget.
    With her computer booted and ready to go, she wasted little time heading to Google to search for “Zane Talbot.” Her search yielded a plethora of results, all of them impressive.
    She found countless articles centered around Talbot himself and his lucrative Enterprise Marketing . Nowhere in her search did she uncover anything negative about the man or his company, nor did she unearth any sign of a girlfriend, fiancée, or wife. An image search returned photos of the same gorgeous man she’d met earlier in the day, and the sight of his handsome face made her heart flutter once again. The pictures were mostly of him at company functions, or professional shots taken to accompany the articles written about him. Not a single photo showed him with another woman. Jenna found herself relieved by this and was quick to chastise herself for it.
    Why does it matter if he’s with somebody else? Degree and a decent job, Jenna, those are supposed to be your only goals. Besides, like he’d be interested in a girl like you anyway. You work at a goddamn fast food joint.
    Years earlier, Jenna had resolved to focus on her education and career, placing them as her highest priority and swearing to remain single until she’d achieved them both.
    Sadly, she’d seen too many of her high school classmates derail their dreams by falling for the wrong men. She was afraid of making the same mistake and winding up pregnant and alone. In hopes of avoiding this, she decided the best possible prevention was to remain celibate until she had a framed degree on her wall and a reliable, satisfying job.
    Yes, at twenty-four years old, Jenna was still a virgin and often struggled with how she felt about that. Worried she’d be treated differently if people knew the truth, she’d become a pro at changing the subject when it came to sex. She avoided any discussion of her sexual history, and when pressed, would resort to fabricating stories while trying to steer the conversation in another direction.
    A year earlier, after downing two big bottles of white wine one night, Leigh had relentlessly grilled her regarding her love life.
    “Oh my God, what’s the big fucking deal? Just tell me how many guys you’ve fucked already,” Leigh had insisted with slurred speech. After twenty minutes of drunken prodding, Jenna finally silenced her with a series of white lies.
    “Okay, okay. Four. Now will you drop it?”
    When Leigh demanded more details, Jenna had gone so far as to make up names and stories for all four of her fictional lovers while her friend hung on every word. She didn’t blame Leigh for being curious, though. At that point, they’d lived together for three years and Leigh had never heard Jenna talk about a man, let alone seen her bring one home.
    “I actually thought you might be a lesbian,” Leigh had giggled before rushing down the hall and into the bathroom to vomit and pass out. Jenna hoped the girl had been too drunk to remember the conversation. Since a year had passed with no mention of it, she could only assume she had.
    As the only virgin she knew, she felt like an outcast but remained steadfast in her commitment