Bedding the Billionaire

Sutton

I could feel Mr. Williams’ gaze on my body as I hurriedly went through the closing routine at the bar. Every time my eyes met his penetrating gray ones, I pretended that I didn’t notice him staring. But we both knew better.

I couldn’t help but recall the name he had suggested belonging to my father, Hollingsworth Sutton, III. Had my mother named me after him? It had a certain kind of poetic justice. I had spent my life hating my unusual first name and now I find out that it’s the legacy to a fortune. That is, if Mr. Williams was telling the truth. Which I hadn’t yet decided if I was going to believe him or not.

With another glance in his direction, I noticed the tightening of his lips as I bent down to pick something up off the floor. A part of me felt like giving him the universal salute of displeasure. I didn’t want him sitting there, judging me. I could just imagine the thoughts running through his mind. He was likely thinking about how utterly unsuitable I was for his world.

Well, he wouldn’t be wrong. Mr. Fancy Pants was clearly a Park Avenue player and I was nobody from Nowhere, USA. Shit, in my short cutoffs and worn out sneakers I likely could have passed for a kid in high school. Mr. Williams was all man, from the tips of his Italian leather shoes to his broad chest beneath that expertly tailored suit and his understated diamond cuff links.

As if diamonds were ever understated.

“I’ve got to cut out of here,” Joe called out to me from the kitchen, shaking me from my thoughts. “Maggie just called. The baby has a fever.”

I nodded in sympathy and pretended that Joe’s wife didn’t call every night with some excuse for him to leave early. Far be it from me to call the woman a liar, be she was terrible bender of the truth. It didn’t really matter. I liked Joe, he never flirted with me and tried to keep Gabriel off my back. With a smile, I waved him on like I always did. “Have a great night, Joe. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Mr. Williams cleared his throat.

I turned to him. “Did you need something?”

I tried to ignore the way my pulse jumped when our eyes connected. He was just a handsome man, nothing else.

“Are you here by yourself?” he asked in that clipped tone of his that said boarding schools and brunch on Sundays in the Hamptons.

I raised a brow. “No, sadly you have made that quite impossible by not leaving when I asked you to.”

His jaw ticked. “Your boss is gone?”

I nodded, wondering what he was getting at.

“Good,” he said, standing up.

I couldn’t help myself. I took an involuntary step backward.

His face went blank and then paled. “I wouldn’t harm you.”

“Sure, you wouldn’t,” I replied in a hurry. In truth, I didn’t feel threatened by him. However, he was a lot taller than I had anticipated. Call it PTSD if you will, but I had learned the hard way in life about men who were bigger and stronger than I was.

If anything, he looked even more alarmed by my quick reply. “I assure you. I have never harmed a woman in my life.”

I picked up the mop that had begun to slide out of my grasp. “Well, that’s fantastic to hear. Why don’t you head back to…? Where are you staying, anyhow?”

He shrugged. “I will get a room at the motel.”

I couldn’t help the bark of laughter that escaped my lips. “You don’t want to stay there.”

He blinked in confusion. “Why?”

“Because you strike me as the sort of person who doesn’t care for bed bugs.”

“What?” He shook his head and then continued, “No, you can’t be serious.”

wasn’t so late, I could see if

women?” he

why it pleased me that he remembered them from earlier. “Yes. But it’s far too late to

tensed. “Who is

sheriff,” I replied as I put the cleaning things away and

visibly relaxed. “I don’t need to stay with local enforcement. We can begin the drive now back to the airport. I have the private jet

“We?” I said

nodded, “We.”

him by his first name. “We are not going anywhere. If you would like to go back to wherever you came from, please feel free. Nothing is keeping you here.”

to you about your

late and I am sure we can talk about this in the morning. How about

for me to walk ahead of him. I had already gathered my bag from under the counter, so I walked toward the door. I nearly

away. “Escorting you to the door!”

this door for years and nobody has ever had to touch

that those gray depths could appear as heated as they did now. “It’s called being a

know much about gentlemen, but I do know about men who need to keep their damn hands to themselves.”

“Damn it, woman. I am not going to hurt you.”

the spider says to the fly,”

“What in the hell are you talking

“It doesn’t matter,” I replied. “Just…don’t touch

jerkily, tucking his hands

locked the door and started toward the

follow you, shall

I frowned. “Follow me where?”

an idiot. Then speaking slowly, he said, “To your home. I want to make sure you arrive safely.”

have been walking the streets of Otterville Falls my entire life. I am safe here. You go

me. But instead of waiting to hear what he wanted to say, I

the crunching of his shoes on the pavement. “Where is your car?” he called out to me.

one,” I called back over

car?” he repeated.

have a lot of things, Mr. Williams.” I continued to walk and sure enough he followed along behind

between you and that boss of yours?”

in his pockets. He should have looked ridiculous in his expensive suit walking along Highway 60 behind me in the middle of the night. But instead he looked devastatingly handsome.

under any illusions about what I looked like after a long day’s work at Abberly’s. My shirt was stained with grease, my hair was hanging limp around my face. In defense, I wrapped

“What does it matter?”

sparked between us. “I don’t like the way he looks at

could feel my brow crinkle in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

women they care about with such disrespect. He undresses you with his eyes, and yet he treats you like something under his

the relationship I had with Gabriel in

I found myself telling him the truth. “We aren’t even friends. His mama was kind to me when mine couldn’t be.”

go into the reasons why Mama had been absent—not

Mark said something under his

it seemed so out of place with his perfectly polished demeanor. It made me like

“You are tired,” he said softly, those gray

yawn and replied, “It’s nearly two in the morning, and there is a stranger

I felt the need to poke the bear. But when his jaw ticked, I couldn’t help the broad smile that

sure you are safe,” he

I was either far more tired than I had anticipated, or he was wearing on me. Because the next thing I knew I was offering him a place to sleep