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Taming the Heiress
Book: Taming the Heiress Read Online Free
Author: Tiffany Graff Winston
Tags: Adult, Romantic Comedy, new adult, alpha male, rich and famous, Erotic Romance, Billionaire, Romantic Erotica, billionaire alpha male
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her as a slow grin spreads
over my face.
    "You look nice," I say softly when I come
close enough, and I can tell the photographers are going crazy,
snapping so many photos of us, we'll probably be the highlight of
this premiere, when the focus should really be on my mother.
    "You clean up nice," she retorts, smiling
shyly. And I live for that fucking smile, her full lips pulling
upwards at the corners, like she can't quite help herself.
    "What are you doing here?" I ask.
    "I was invited," she says defensively, like
I've accused her of crashing her party. "It's good publicity, you
know."
    I nod with a wide smile. "Want to sit next
to me?" I offer lamely, immediately cursing in my head for sounding
like some third grader.
    She stifles back a smile, and looks at me
regretfully. "I thought our seats were assigned."
    "Hey, my Mom's a movie star," I say
conspiratorially. "I'm pretty sure I can pull a few strings."
    Her eyes dart sideways for a moment, where a
group of giggling girls her age are standing. I can tell she came
with them, and she's contemplating whether she should stick to her
plan or come with me, like I suggested.
    I cross my fingers behind my back.
    "Okay," she finally says, offering me a
small smile.
    And that just about makes my day.

Chapter 6
FRANCESCA
    I can't believe I'm doing this.
    I had promised myself I would stay away from
Kaiden Hunter, knowing he was bad news. He's a womanizer and a
libertine, at least according to the press ...
    But as soon as I see him walking over to me
on the red carpet, so determined to have me, I can't resist but to
accept his offer.
    Plus, he's fucking hot. Especially in
that tux - though I've spent the last few minutes imagining what he
looks like underneath it.
    I take Kaiden's hand and let him guide me
into the darkened theater, waving occasionally at people he knows.
I feel out of place - my place is in fashion shows and
up-and-coming venues, not movie premieres like this one.
    But somehow, Kaiden's presence manages to
calm me down.
    We finally reach out seats and sit down.
There's no time for chit chat, as the program starts immediately. I
stare in awe at all the movie stars immediately, and perk up when
Kaiden's mother enters the stage before us.
    She must be over fifty, having had Kaiden
quite late, but she's absolutely gorgeous. She's wearing a very
appropriate dress that still accentuates her beautiful figure, and
she looks like I want to look when I'm her age.
    I listen to her kind thanks and think she
really is a true movie star. Somewhere in the middle of her speech,
my eyes dart over to her son sitting next to me, and I notice he's
staring at me with an amused look on his face.
    I blush. I actually blush. I don't
think I've done that since I was about 12 years old.
    Then, the movie starts.
    I'm immediately intrigued by the premise and
start following the story closely. It's a romantic comedy about a
woman (played by Kaiden's mother) and her daughter, who both fall
in love with the same guy.
    I'm engrossed in the story when I feel a set
of fingers on my hand.
    I try to look down as inconspicuously as
possible and spot Kaiden's hand holding my own. He meets my eye
hesitantly, and I give him an encouraging look after a second of
thinking about it. He takes my hand in his and holds it tightly in
his palm.
    It's just handholding, but my heart is
pounding like it's the end of the world. I can't focus on the story
anymore, but then Kaiden decides just holding my hand is too
innocent for him.
    His hand slowly slips out of my fingers, and
I'm sorry to see it go ... Until it lands on my inner thigh.
    There's no prelude, no touching my knee or
something like that. He just goes straight for the kill, using the
slit in my long dress to his advantage.
    I can feel his stare on me, and I can also
feel the air in the movie theater getting hotter by the second.
    Or is that just me?
    I seem to be frozen into place, because I
don't ask him to move his hand or do anything to stop him ...
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