Bedding the Billionaire

Sutton

“Must you follow me every minute of the day?”

I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me before, but Mark did not indicate when he said I was free to make arrangements that he would be with me every blasted moment. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t rude or disrespectful in any way.

No, it was far worse than that. He was helpful and so devastatingly handsome with his day’s growth of beard and yesterday’s clothes that I couldn’t help but make a complete fool out of myself.

“If I wasn’t here, who would have picked you up when you fell off the sidewalk?” Mark answered with a quirk of his lips.

“I didn’t fall,” I corrected him. “The sidewalk was being elusive.”

A full-blown smirk was beginning to form as he answered me. “What about when you gouged your eye with the straw?”

The injured eye was still throbbing a bit.

“That was intentional.”

He laughed, and dear Lord that was a sound I would never be sick of. I couldn’t stay mad at him because he hadn’t done anything wrong. It wasn’t his fault that everywhere we went the people of Otterville Falls couldn’t keep their eyes off of him—mostly the women.

Alice and Reena fell all over themselves when we checked in on them. First off, they both hugged him. I might have enjoyed the panicked look that he got when Reena gave him an extra nuzzle with her cleavage. Next, they ushered him into their home as if he were the president or God.

By the time we left, Mark had arranged for the local market to deliver their groceries weekly. You would have thought that the man killed a fire-breathing dragon on their behalf.

From there we went to Martha and Earl’s, which was located next to the vicarage. Sadly, there we ran into a bit of trouble with Father Montgomery.

“Devil’s Spawn! You aren’t welcome here!” That was all the good father got out before Mark had him pinned up against the church’s brick wall.

In a voice that was backed with steel, Mark threatened, “You are supposed to be a man of God—act like it. I suggest you change your approach to Miss Landry.”

I tugged on Mark’s sleeve, “Maybe we should go?”

“Maybe he needs to explain to his Maker why he treats perfectly good people like shit,” Mark said in what could only be described as a threatening way.

“I am pretty sure that you aren’t supposed to say shit at church,” I answered, not knowing

gray eyes seemed to see more than I wanted to

is his

I asked, mostly to

smiled at me and my stomach flip-flopped.

breathlessly. Clearing my throat, I added for Father Montgomery, “He’s

clearly had a death wish. The next thing I knew he was spouting off something that sounded like scripture. It was all about the men of God and harlots in the church.

Before Mark could take him out, I whispered, “You can’t kill the

was deadly calm when he added, “He is just a man,

the only one to throw insults at me. There were several others, including Martha and Gabriel, a fact which

the insult,” he said with disgust. “At first, I thought your intelligence

a

impression changed?”

that you do these things out of the kindness

honestly, they weren’t. I knew abuse. One didn’t grow

nature. Your boss treats you like the gum underneath his shoe. Alice and Reena use you much as a hired companion would. And the preacher? He should be horsewhipped. Why

I didn’t like the question, or the pity that I could see in his eyes.

wary of me,” I mumbled. “My mother did a lot of

of his finger before he said quietly, “You are not your

drew back, my body

He watched me with knowing

a good question. One that I

the grocer wouldn’t look you in the

“I

a plea on his lips. “What in the fuck happened to you?”

but didn’t answer. As much as I liked Mark, I

you, Sutton?” he inquired softly.

I pushed away from him, needing some distance. “I don’t need anyone to take care of me. I

grabbing my wrist and pulling me close to him so

against his rock-hard chest, but

that works

to be too