Bedding the Billionaire

Sutton

Over breakfast, Mark glared at Martha like he wanted to knock her flat on her backside. It was endearing that he was so defensive of me. After all, we had only met the day before. That thought was completely lowering. How was it that it seemed I had known Mark for ages when, in actuality, it was merely twenty-four hours?

Am I making a mistake trusting this man?

When he had returned from his shower, he looked every bit of the impressive Wall Street mogul that he undoubtedly was. I had just finished brushing out my long dark hair after applying some light makeup.

He stared for a moment and I felt my cheeks heat before he said, “I shall arrange for us to fly home in a few hours. Would that be sufficient time for you to make arrangements?”

I felt a slight moment of panic. What did I really know about this man? “You want us to leave today? What about my job?”

“You are a wealthy young woman, Sutton. You don’t need to work for a bastard with tiny dick syndrome.”

That caused me to snort with laughter. Without a doubt, Gabriel had to have the tiniest dick around. “Mark, what about my friends? I will need to say goodbye and make some arrangements to be sure that Earl, Alice, and Reena are taken care of.”

His jaw ticked again. I wondered how irritating this all had been to him, coming to Otterville Falls and telling me personally about this inheritance. I know that this wasn’t anything like the life he left in New York.

“Listen to yourself, Sutton! Damn, do you take care of the entire town?”

I bristled at his statement. “No, just a few friends.”

“Fine,” Mark snapped. “If you wish to make arrangements for your friends, we could leave tomorrow. Will that be enough time?”

I knew it didn’t make any sense to him, but this was important to me. I didn’t live in a world of windfall inheritances. If I left this job and Mark Williams ended up being a scam, what was I left with? Nothing—that is what I would have.

to rush you. It’s only that there is so much to do and we only have thirty days. The longer we spend here, the less time you have to acclimate and prove yourself worthy of the inheritance.”

have to prove myself to?”

vote on it, but the CEO has the final say.”

said rang a bell for me. “The CEO of

He nodded

I asked,

as well as thousands of clients that expect the highest standard that we can give them. I need to make sure that when I give my recommendation to the board, I am doing what is

fire and devotion that he had for the business. I wondered how much of that was because of my father. Hollingsworth Sutton, a man that I never knew. I wondered what his story had been with my mother. Had he been one of her clients, or something more? There were

ready as soon as possible. But I will need to do some things. This might not seem like anything to you, Mark. But there are

nodded as well. “I can understand and

him and took his hand in my own. “Shall we

smile widened until it reached his eyes. “Of

but the word together seemed to linger after

he pulled me forward and kissed the side of my cheek. “Thank you for allowing me to stay the night and for cleaning up my

don’t worry a moment about it. Let’s

on her face. Ignoring whatever insult she slung at me under her breath, I began to mix up some pancakes. Earl chattered on about the Little League championships and

disgust. “There is too much sugar in this batter, Sutton. I swear you are trying to give me the diabetes!”

that she had

I didn’t feel, I replied, “Martha, I used the same pancake recipe that you gave me ages ago. Do you want

harrumphed, “It’s this syrup, I don’t

grumbled as he

the smile that formed on my face when Earl joined in. Martha sat there with her usual sour expression, cutting her pancakes to bits. It didn’t matter how much she complained about them. I knew she liked

Martha turned to Mark and asked, “are you going to shack up with this