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

before you went out riding, and no one deserves to face Jay on an empty stomach.”
    She lifted her face and directed her remarkable eyes on Jay’s profile. “He doesn’t frighten me,” she said evenly.
    Well, I damn well should. Careful, lady. Look at me with your heart in your eyes one more time and I’ll break the habit of a lifetime, put you over my knee, and spank that cute little butt of yours for being so impertinent. Then I’ll fuck you into the middle of next week.
    Jay shook his head, disturbed by the turn his thoughts kept taking.
    “I’m glad I don’t frighten you, Skye,” he said softly. “Now, what you need to do is impress me. Make me care about your business. Make me want to help you.”
    She looked at him as though trying to decide if he was merely playing her. Clearly deciding that he wasn’t, she tossed her head, an air of fiery courage lighting her eyes.
    “I thought you’d never ask,” she said.

Chapter Three
     
    Skye sipped at her coffee, using it as an excuse to gather her thoughts before opening her mouth. Jay Blanchard didn’t think much of her, either as a person or as a landlady. He’d made that much plainly apparent. Such a pity it wasn’t Luke she had to convince. He’d be a much softer target. No matter, she didn’t care if Blanchard liked her or not since the feeling was entirely mutual. All the articles she’d read online about him said the same thing. He had a brilliant mind and could spot a good opportunity at twenty paces with the wind in the wrong direction. Shame about the nonexistent personality.
    Right, all she had to do was convince him that The Fox was the deal of the century. No pressure then. She straightened her shoulders and carefully placed her cup back in its saucer—no easy task since her hands were shaking with nerves. She folded them in her lap, determined not to let either man see the extent of her anxiety.
    “This pub is three hundred years old,” she said, unable to keep a note of pride out of her voice, “and has been in my family, in one way or another, for that entire time. My father and uncle ran it for years—”
    “And your mother?” Jay asked.
    “She died when I was small. I don’t remember any mother figure in my life, except Hannah.”
    “I see.” Was it her imagination, or did the storm in Jay’s eyes soften? “Go on.”
    “My uncle died five years ago, and my father went into sheltered accommodation a year ago. He has Alzheimer’s. I came along late in my parents’ lives,” she explained in response to Jay’s raised brows. “I’m twenty-eight now, but Dad’s in his early seventies.”
    “I’m sorry about the Alzheimer’s,” Luke said, touching her hand. “It’s a cruel disease.”
    “Yes, it is.” Skye sighed. “He barely knows me when I visit, but the staff at the home tell me he’s comfortable and happy enough in his own little world.” She mentally shook herself. Going off on sentimental sidetracks would get her nowhere with the hard-nosed businessman seated across from her. “Anyway, I took over from my father. I’d been helping him ever since I graduated from university, but he’d always jealously guarded the financial side of things and I had no idea we were so badly situated. He took a large loan from the bank just before the credit crunch hit, putting up the freehold of this building as collateral.”
    Skye looked Jay squarely in the eye as she spoke. She’d decided to tell him the brutal truth about her finances before anything else. But, damn it, it was hard to concentrate when he—when they both—made an electric charge surge through her each time they looked her way with their lazy come-to-bed eyes. What the hell was wrong with her? Her body appeared determined to react to their sex appeal, and there didn’t seem to be a damned thing she could do about it.
    Jay probably knew how she was situated anyway. He’d be a fool if he came here without doing his research. Jay Blanchard was many