Her Alpha Saviors [The Hot Millionaires #2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free

almost-black hosiery, which he sincerely hoped wasn’t tights, and shoes with three-inch heels, unsuitable for the tour they were about to make of the premises but they probably gave her confidence. Hell, she was going to need it! He was willing to bet that she’d dressed like this to try and soften them up. Jay curled his lip. If she thought he came down in the last shower, she was about to learn a hard lesson in life. Not the sort of hard lesson he’d like to teach her, unfortunately, but a lesson all the same.
    His eyes drifted to her upper body. Big mistake! She wore a, clean this time, white silk blouse, thin enough that he could see the outline of a lacy bra beneath it. Her hair had been tamed, after a fashion, and was held back with a clip at the back of her head. It fell forward over her shoulders in a tumble of curls. Its colour was a kind of russet, streaked with natural blonde. She wore minimal makeup, and her eyes, now that she was no longer angry, were wide, wary, and carried just a trace of anxiety.
    “Sorry to have kept you, gentlemen,” she said, taking the vacant seat between them and placing her papers on the table. “I see Hannah supplied you with coffee. The biscuits are made by our executive chef to his own secret recipe.”
    Executive chef indeed! Jay puffed air through his lips. The broad obviously had pretentious ideas about this ruin of a pub. As for the bloody biscuits, Jay hadn’t even noticed they were there, not even before she came into the room and distracted him with her feminine scent and even more feminine aura that screamed needy and capable at the same time. Christ, this was going to be hard! The attraction he felt toward this wayward landlady was like nothing he’d ever known before, and it socked him in the gut every time he looked at her. He could see that Luke was similarly affected, probably already wondering if Skye could be persuaded to play some of their favourite games at a later stage.
    Ain’t gonna happen, buddy.
    Luke couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from her but did so now, just to pick up a cookie—no biscuit—and bite into it.
    “Delicious!” he said, grinning at her. “Don’t know how you do it.”
    “Trust me, Luke,” she said with a soft little laugh. “It’s nothing to do with me.”
    A streak of jealousy ripped through Jay when Skye treated Luke to a sultry smile that explicitly excluded him.
    “Then it should be,” he said in a tone that made both Skye and Luke swivel to look at him with identical expressions of surprise. He’d obviously spoken too harshly, even by his standards, but if sex wasn’t going to rear its not-so-ugly head in these transactions, then he needed to set the right tone. “You ought to be on top of every single operation that takes place in this establishment, however small.” Jay shrugged. “That’s probably one of the mistakes you’ve made.”
    Skye sucked in a sharp breath. She obviously had a quick temper, and Jay wondered if he’d roused her to it already. Damn it, there were a lot of other things he’d like to rouse her to while he was at it. Couldn’t seem to keep his mind on the business in hand, and it was a mark of his success that he never allowed himself to be distracted in a business environment.
    “I think you’ll find, Mr. Blanchard—”
    “It’s Jay.”
    “All right, Jay,” she said archly, her tone barely suppressing her annoyance. “I think you’ll find that I have my finger firmly on the pulse round these parts.”
    Her pulse wasn’t where Jay wanted his finger to be, but it would be a start.
    “Then perhaps you’d care to run through your plans for the place. Start at the beginning. I want to know how you came to be running it alone, why you think income dried up, and what you hope to do about it with my money.”
    “Well, I—”
    “Have some coffee before you start,” Luke said, pouring it for her. “And have a couple of cookies, too. I’m betting you didn’t have breakfast