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Southern Charmed Billionaire
Book: Southern Charmed Billionaire Read Online Free
Author: Kristin Frasier, Bella Bentley
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had to hold my breath he was so good looking. Last night, he seemed like a guy I’d drink tequila with or grab a beer. Today, I almost found myself uncomfortable in his presence. He probably knew vintages of French Bordeaux wine from 1940s by heart.  
    I’d never been in the presence of a more handsome man.  
    Fuck me…  
    I mean, I wouldn’t mind that. I really wouldn’t mind that at all. I just— breathe, Kate!  
    “What do you have going on tonight?”  
    “Tonight?”  
    “And well, practically every other night the rest of this month.”  
    “Month?”  
    “English is your first language, right? Kidding.” He held both of his hands up.  
    I shot him a look of oh-don’t-you-dare-go-there. I may have olive skin, but I'm fluent in English as the next American.  
    “Kidding…kidding. Easy, tiger. Look,”  
      Oh I can be a tiger alright. Just test me.  
     He looked over my outfit as if he were an inspector for the Navy. I suddenly felt as small as an ant. When was my official interview going to begin, and what on earth would I be doing? I wanted to speak again, but I was curious as to where he would take the conversation. Why did he ask what I was doing at night? And why is he taking so damn long to finish a damn sentence! Ugh! The South.  
    “I don’t know if you saw this or not, but over there on that wall is my spread for Charleston Best Dressed over the past few years.” He said it with the proudness of a parent bragging on their golden child. That’s just great.  
    I rolled my eye, and he didn’t miss a beat.  
    “Which is quite an accomplishment, here in the very well dressed southern part of America.”  
    That drawl was sexy, though. Ego or no ego, I’d listen to that smooth, syrupy lingo any day. Now if only he would be my boss…I wouldn’t get anything done. I shook my head, thinking about being around him all day and how I wouldn’t mind staring at the face. I’d do anything he’d ask me to do with the most perfect attitude. I’d actually dream about coming to work!  
    “You don’t think it’s an accomplishment?”  
    “What? No! I mean, yes! That’s not why I was shaking my head.”  
    I was shaking my head at my nonsensical day dreams of following you around!  
    “Then why were you shaking your head?”  
    “I don’t know. Sorry.”  
    “You don’t know, sorry? Kate? Honesty’s best policy here.”  
    “It…was…nothing. My own thoughts.”  
    “Are they in need of some hushing?”  
    By you?  
    He stood up and walked closer to me. He was inches in front of me, and I swear, I melted in my heels. He finally took the adjacent seat and crossed his legs as if revealing something telling.  
    “Because this job requires one to be, well, stress-free during the day, because at night, well, it’s quite a scene.”  
    Fucking shit. I knew it.  
    This was an escort business? Hell no. Hell, hell, hell, no.  
    “Oh…my God. I knew it. I…uh, listen. I don’t…do this. Thank you.” I reached for my purse resting on the ground and attempted to stand up to leave. I’d just have to take the bus back home and get a job somewhere. Anywhere but Brooklyn. I can’t go back there.  
    “Wait.”  
    That touch.  
    The grip of his hand across my shoulder as he met my gaze. It was warm and soft and persuasive. I shuttered and wanted it to linger up my arm. I wanted him to touch me more. I sighed, feeling absolutely ridiculous, and stared at the ceiling.  
    “Hear me out. You didn’t let me explain.”  
    “I think I very well understand. I think.”  
    “And what is it you think you understand?”  
    Why does his talking make me want to tell him anything just to spend one more second longer with him, even if he did run the biggest sex ring in the world?  
    “You…run…”  
    “I run?…”  
    “This company?”  
    “An escort business.”  
    We both spoke at the same time. His look of confusion held more weight in this staring
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