Claimed by the Billionaire: Lust #2 Read Online Free Page B

made me melt, “It’s a terrible idea.”
    My heart dropped.
    He kept talking, “If anyone
knew…that you and I…with me being your boss...” He moved a lock of my hair out
of my face, “It would ruin me.”
    “No one will know.”
    “And we hardly know
each other…”
    “We can start. You know
we have a connection.” I was pressing my luck but I didn’t care.
    Bradley seemed to be
thinking it over but his phone rang again. This time he didn’t ignore it and
got up off the bed, picking up his phone. He spoke a few sentences explaining
he had had an emergency with the business and then he hung up.
    “I have to go. I’m so
late for the meeting.”
    I sat up, “Bradley, we
have to talk about this. Because the discussion we had thirty minutes ago held
up for about five minutes.”
    He was pulling his
pants up, “I know, Serena.  I just…”
    “You can’t sleep with
me, tell me that’s it for us, then come in and…we mess around again and dart
off to a business dinner.”
    Bradley looked at me
and walked over in two steps and kissed me deeply. His mouth was warm and made
my legs go numb again. He pulled away and his hand was on my cheek.
    “You’re right. I know,
Serena. Let me get through this week. We’ll talk after. I promise.”
    I relaxed, his hand
warm and comforting, “Okay.”
    He kissed my forehead
and finished tying his tie.  Bradley left again and I watched him go.
    The week went by without
anything else happening between Bradley and me. I wanted him more than anything
but we both tried to give each other space. I knew he was thinking about the
situation at hand and I was as well.
    Was I being too
emotional in wanting him? How could I not be, when we lasted five minutes after
we promised we were never going to touch each other again? What if we were just
attracted to each other physically?
    I was looking forward
to talking with Bradley. The flight home we didn’t speak. We worked. I didn’t
want to push the discussion right then and there on the plane. I found myself
looking forward to seeing Greg. I had missed him and the nightly Face Time
calls with him hadn’t felt like enough. As the week had gone by, I found myself
missing him more and more.
    By the time I pulled up
to the parking lot of where my apartment complex was located, I was excited to
see him. It was almost nine at night but my father let him stay up. I burst
through the front door and Greg was there, running towards me.
    “Oh, I missed you!” I
exclaimed, hugging him tightly to me.
    Greg started talking
excitedly about his week. I listened to him intently as he yanked me into the
living room. My father was sitting on the couch and I tried to say hi but Greg
was talking a mile a minute.
    It took me thirty
minutes to settle Greg down and another thirty minutes to get him into bed.
Once he slid into bed, he fell asleep almost instantly. I knew he was tired and
I watched him drift off to sleep.
    My father was still in
the living room, getting ready to leave. He looked as though he had aged ten
years in the last few months. We talked quietly for a little bit, catching up.
My father had never been the same after my mother had passed away five years
ago from cancer. He seemed even less like himself after the business closed and
we had lost all our money.
    I watched his figure
depart, sadness in my heart. I wished my father could be happy. I wished I
could help ease his burden. Soon, he was just a small shadow getting in his car
and he drove off.
    I spent the weekend
with Greg and my father. We went out to the movies, went shopping and relaxed
together. The break from work and from stressing about Bradley was a nice
weight off my shoulders.
    By the time Monday
rolled around, I felt more focused than ever. I was ready to get into work and
kick some serious butt. I had been distracted too much by Bradley. I didn’t
want us sleeping together to make me think that I could stop working or trying
my best at the job.
    I have to admit