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.”

late, I could see if Reena and Alice could put you up. They have a

women?” he asked.

I smiled. I don’t know why it pleased me that he remembered them from earlier. “Yes. But it’s far too late to be knocking on their door. Maybe Knox is home. I could give him a

tensed. “Who

I replied as I put the cleaning things away and did a double check that the stoves were turned off.

need to stay with local enforcement. We can begin the drive now back to the airport. I have the private jet on

“We?” I said dumbly.

He nodded,

would like to go back to wherever you came from, please feel free.

here,” he said purposefully. “I need to speak to you about your inheritance. There are certain requirements that

we can talk about this in the morning. How about we call

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 door. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt his hand at the small of my back. “What are you doing?”

away. “Escorting you to

of this door for years and nobody has ever had to touch me to find

for a minute. I wouldn’t have believed that those gray depths could appear as heated as they did now. “It’s called

know much about gentlemen, but I do know about men who need to

am not going to hurt

what the spider says to the

in the hell are you talking about?” he

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

nodded jerkily, tucking his hands into

the door and started toward the parking

shall

frowned. “Follow me where?”

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

Otterville Falls my entire life. I am safe here. You go on to wherever you

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

his shoes on the pavement. “Where is your car?” he

I called back over my shoulder.

don’t have a car?” he repeated.

“I don’t have a lot of things, Mr. Williams.” I continued to walk and sure enough he followed along behind me.

is the relationship between you

ridiculous in

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 my arms around my waist and glared at him.

it matter?”

until there was a frisson of awareness that sparked between us. “I don’t like

my brow crinkle in confusion. “What

undresses you with his eyes, and yet he treats you like something under his

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

found myself telling him the truth. “We aren’t even friends. His mama was kind to me

to go into the reasons why Mama

To my surprise, Mark said something under his breath that sounded remarkably

obscenities, so that didn’t shock me, it was just that it seemed so out of place with his

tired,” he said softly, those gray eyes not missing anything.

replied, “It’s nearly two in

wasn’t sure why I felt the need to poke the bear. But when his jaw ticked, I

just want to be sure you are safe,” he

anticipated, or he was wearing on