Breathe: A Billionaire Romance, Part 1 Read Online Free Page A

sight of something heavily anticipated, something worthy of an award winning smile.
    I smiled back in return, glad that he was pleased to see me. It was such a change of pace from the usual bickering we seemed to have on a daily basis. He actually wanted to see me. And I knew part of it—or probably all of it—had to do with what had transpired earlier.
    “Come in,” he said, gesturing towards the small couch just a couple of feet from him.
    I did. I pushed the door the rest of the way open and entered, walking slowly, my confidence suddenly flickering.
    “How are things?” I asked, awkwardly as I sat down. I wasn’t good at the flirting game.
    He looked down, seemingly frowning for a moment.
    “They’re meh,” he answered, scooting his chair closer to me. “These investors know how to piss me off.”
    “So you’re not going to offer me a drink?” I asked, smirking, completely ignoring the work-talk. I gestured towards the glass of bourbon he held in his hand.
    He smiled up at me. “You know where the glasses are. Aren’t you a feminist? Get it yourself!”
    I laughed. I didn’t realize he had such a sense of humor. I knew he was no gentleman, though, which is why it hadn’t surprised me he hadn’t offered me a drink. Yet, it was nice to know that he acknowledged that fact as well. He knew he was no Prince Charming.
    I reached out, flirtatious allure somehow coming forth, and put my hand on his thigh. He gasped beneath my touch, and his muscles tightened. I was surprised; his thighs were incredibly muscular. Whose thighs were that muscular, anyway?!
    I pushed myself up, using him as leverage, making sure my fingers brushed the area just millimeters away from where I knew the head of his cock was beneath his pants.
    When I stood, I turned my ass, seductively towards him, not quite sure where I was getting the audacity to do something so bold but glad that I had found the courage.
    I strolled over a couple of steps to the bar cart and bent down, making a show of it, just before I grabbed a glass for myself. I knew he was watching; I felt his eyes as they bore into me, and I knew what was running through his mind.
    I had worn a skirt that day, not too short, but certainly form-fitting and tight against my bum. It fit me almost perfectly if I had to say so myself. I had visited multiple stores and gone in debt just to get it; I loved it. It was my favorite and the best fitting garment I owned. And as I remained bent over and wiggled a bit, I knew I had him. I knew I had him because just as I wiggled, he audibly groaned out. I smirked. Caught him. He had been reeled in and would soon be a trophy on my wall—the only trophy but a prized one for sure.
    Sexy Billionaire is on every woman’s list, after all, right?
    I rose up slowly, making sure I pressed my bum closer to him as seductively as I could, as I stood and turned towards him. And when I did, I saw him move his hand quickly away from his crotch. I smirked. I knew exactly what he was doing.
    Smiling devilishly, I walked back to the couch and sat down on the edge so that our legs touched.He smirked, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit of electricity between us at the contact.
    I really couldn’t believe what I was doing.
    I honestly couldn’t even control myself. It was like I was watching it all take place; and not actually participating in it.
    He grabbed the bottle from his desk and poured the drink I had been waiting for.
    “Should we toast?” he asked, swirling his drink before raising it up so that it was parallel to his face.
    “To this drink, may it be an understanding that tonight was a night of drinking and a night of drinking must never be spoken of...” I spoke with sultry confidence, something I didn’t think I was even capable of.
    His lips fell open, and his eyes widened in surprised. And in that moment, I knew he knew what I meant.
    I turned to his lips, leaned forward, and kissed him fully and with no regard of a tomorrow. My glass