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.”

spoke. “If it wasn’t so late, I

elderly women?” he

“Yes. But it’s far too late to be knocking on their door. Maybe Knox is home. I could

tensed. “Who

cleaning things away and

can begin the drive now back to the airport. I have the private jet on

I said dumbly.

nodded, “We.”

are not going anywhere. If you would like to go back

he said purposefully. “I need to speak to you about your

can talk about this in the morning. How about we call it a night?”

with me, but after a short moment of silence he nodded and motioned for me to walk ahead of him. I had already gathered my bag from under the counter, so I walked toward the

“Escorting you

going in and out of this door for years and nobody has

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

do know about men who

am not

what the spider says to the fly,” I

“What in the hell are you

replied. “Just…don’t

jerkily, tucking his hands

and started toward the parking lot.

you, shall

I frowned. “Follow me where?”

at me like I was an idiot. Then speaking slowly, he said, “To your home. I want to make

I laughed. I couldn’t help myself. “Sugar, I have been walking the streets of Otterville Falls my entire life. I am safe here. You go on to wherever you are going to

jaw tightened and I could tell he wanted to argue with me. But instead of waiting to hear what he wanted to say, I turned and began to head

shoes on the pavement. “Where is

I called back over my shoulder.

car?” he repeated.

continued to walk and sure enough he followed along behind me.

relationship between you and

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

Abberly’s. My shirt was stained with grease, my hair was hanging limp around

“What does it matter?”

there was a frisson of awareness that sparked between us. “I

I could feel my brow crinkle in

care about with such disrespect. He undresses you with his eyes,

The man had just summed up the relationship I had with Gabriel in two sentences. How had

truth. “We aren’t even friends. His mama was kind to me when

reasons why Mama had been absent—not physically,

said something under his breath that sounded remarkably like, ‘Stupid

it was just that it seemed so out of place with his perfectly polished demeanor. It

softly, those gray eyes not missing anything.

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

the need to poke the bear. But when his jaw ticked,

just want to be sure you are safe,” he said gruffly.

It was oddly endearing. 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 for the night.