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

again.
    He caught me by my upper arms and kept me from falling, and the little zing became a big zing. A thrill raced down my spine and made my muscles tingle.
    I steadied myself and sneaked a glance at him. His eyes were on my chest, my breasts full and prominent under my tight tank. When he realized the moment had stretched out, he dragged his eyes to my face.
    Alex looked amused, and not a bit chastised. “Do you need a ride home? My car is over there,” he said, glancing back towards the park.
    “Ah, no,” I said, not wanting to be alone in an enclosed space with this man. I had to admit it, even if I couldn’t after our first meeting: I was attracted to him. He was sexy, successful, and intelligent, everything that my usual boyfriends were not.
    But he was a client. And there’s no way I could get involved with a client and not jeopardize my career.
    Could I?
    Of course not. It would be professional suicide. Not to mention, I had no indication he was at all interested in me. As far as I knew, he’d never even dated a woman of color before, and had no intention of doing so. Limiting the time I spent with him would be the best course of action.
    “I’ll be fine,” I said, as convincingly as I could. “Thanks for the help.” I tried to limp away.
    It wasn’t a good idea. The pain in my ankle hit me full-force, and I had to practically hop on one foot to move at all.
    This is a sexy look , I thought to myself, as I tried to bounce away from him. Grassy, sweaty, and now I’m actually jumping on one foot like a preschooler.
    I heard him take a step to catch up with me, which wasn’t hard considering how slow I was going. “Come on, Tiffany, I’m going to give you a ride,” he said, authority in his voice. He took my arm.
    Again, the contact, and again, the zing through my body. But now I realized I had no choice.
    “Okay,” I admitted, “I think it hurts more than I realized.” Conceding defeat, I tried to avoid eye contact with him.
    “Here,” he said, guiding me over to a bench on the edge of the sidewalk. “I’ll go get my car and pull it up to the curb right over there.” He gestured about twenty feet away to the side of the road. “I’ll put my blinkers on and help you out.”
    I nodded miserably. “Do you have a towel or something so I don’t sweat all over your upholstery?”
    He snorted. “Don’t worry about it. Leather wipes off,” he said, taking off at a slow jog towards where he indicated his car was parked.
    I sat on the bench, ruing my rotten luck. Not only did I hurt myself, but now Mr. Billionaire MarkTec  himself had to baby me. I’d lost any small amount of power I had in our attorney-client relationship. Not to mention, I looked like an idiot.
    After a few minutes, I saw a shiny black sedan pull up to the curb. The driver’s side door swung open and out popped Alex. I got up, I could at least try to meet him halfway.
    I limped across the grass and he caught up with me, grabbing my elbow and helping me support my weight.
    “Thanks,” I muttered, grudgingly. “I won’t bill you for this hour.”
    He chuckled, a sound dark and powerful. “Damn straight.”
    We slowly made it through the grass to where the car was still idling, blinkers on. My eyes ran over the sleek lines of the body and the gleam of the chrome. He let me go for a minute to open the door, and I felt an immediate loss of heat as our bodies separated.
    “What kind of car is this?” I asked, as I eased myself into the passenger seat. The soft, supple leather upholstery slid against my damp skin as I settled myself into its welcoming curve.
    “Tesla Model S,” he grunted, and watched until he was sure I was in the car. He slammed the door, and seconds later he opened the driver’s side door and got in next to me.
    I could barely hear the car running, but I could still feel it purring under me, raw and alive. “It’s all-electric, the wave of the future,” he said, as he tapped a few icons on the