Caught Up: With An Alpha Billionaire (A BWWM Romance) (A Love Like No Other Book 1) Read Online Free

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    I glanced at my GPS watch and saw I’d already gone five and a half miles.
    Time flies when you’re running away from your failures, I mused.
    I turned on to the trail that ran along Lake Michigan when I glanced up to see a cyclist bearing down on me. He had been looking at something attached to his handlebars (probably his own GPS), and didn’t see me until he was almost on top of me.
    To avoid getting ran over, I leapt out of the way into the grass, and landed hard, twisting my ankle in a hole. I crumpled to the ground and grabbed my leg, glaring after the cyclist, who hadn’t even bothered to slow down.
    “Hey! Watch where you’re going, jackass!” I hollered after him, my voice tight with pain. I’d probably sprained my ankle, which would put a damper on my running-as-therapy coping mechanism.
    I sat on the grass, massaging my ankle, when a shadow fell over me and shaded me from the early-evening sun.
    “Are you okay?” A male voice asked.
    I glanced up to see a figure silhouetted against the sky, a strong hand extended.
    I squinted up at the man, the voice familiar. “Yeah,” I said, grunting. “I almost got run over by a biker.”
    “I saw,” he said, hand still extended. “Need help?”
    Taking his hand, I pulled myself to my feet, my spandex shorts and bare midriff now grassy from the just-mown lawn. I balanced on my good foot as I looked at the man who had helped me up.
    I saw a sweep of dark hair, strong bone structure, broad shoulders, and a wildly expensive suit.
    Of course. It was none other than Alex Richardson.
    A few butterflies fluttered in my stomach. For the past week I had been so successful in avoiding him, and now here I was, grassy, dirty, sweat dripping from every pore, and nose-to-nose with him. It was just my luck.
    At least I had worn my cutest exercise top, but considering that I looked like a drooping, sweaty mess, it was a small consolation. And he, of course, looked amazing, in a blue oxford and black work pants. He must have taken his tie off before I’d run into him, and two of his shirt buttons were undone. His sleeves were unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows.
    “Tiffany Mullins,” he stated, smirking. “I thought that was you.”
    “Hello, Mr. Richardson,” I managed to say. I tried to brush the grass off my ass in the most graceful and discreet way I could. “Fancy meeting you here.”
    “I take it the case is going well, if you have the time to take a run?” He asked, a twinkle in his eye. I wasn’t sure if he was teasing or serious; but with the allegations of improper billing against my boss, I decided to play it straight.
    “It’s going fine. I always go over cases in my head while I run” I said, unbothered by the small lie. I knew I looked as unprofessional as I could, considering I was wearing a skin-tight tank top and workout shorts, and my ankle was screaming in pain. “I think George had called your administrative assistant to set up a meeting –“
    “Relax, I was joking,” he cut me off, smiling. I watched the way his full lips curved and his gray eyes took me in. “I can respect someone who takes the time to do something for themself,” Then he grew more serious for a minute. “As long as you’re devoting the rest of your time to my case. Right?”
    I nodded. “Of course. I don’t even sleep, I just run and work on the MarkTec file,” I deadpanned.
    He smirked at me, humor crossing his face. “That’s what I like to hear from my hourly contractors,” he grinned.
    I tried putting some weight on my ankle, but it wasn’t a good idea. I groaned in pain, bending my leg up to take the pressure off of it.
    “Are you hurt?” He asked, glancing at my ankle, putting his hand on my arm to steady me.
    The contact of his skin with mine sent a little zing up my arm. I tried to step back to break the connection, but my ankle betrayed me, and I almost went down