Dirty Boss (Scandalous Billionaires #5) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Scandalous Billionaires Series by Lisa Renee Jones
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Total pages in book: 183
Estimated words: 174715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
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“Also gone, and a long time gone,” he says, shifting the conversation to me. “Are your parents alive?”

I reach for my wine and sip, considering my answer. This isn’t what I signed up for. I didn’t want to talk about me, and yet, I want to talk about him. I want to know more about this man that I actually trusted to spank me. “Quid pro quo,” he says, seeming to read my mind. “I’m naked. You’re naked, remember?”

All too well, I think, as he adds, “Give me something, Lori. I don’t even know your last name.”

And he won’t. “My mother’s a nurse. She’s alive. My father died last year.” I wait for the typical “I’m sorry. How did he die?” I hate those words, and I hate that question, which is why I didn’t say them to him. I steel myself and sip my wine.

“I’m not going to ask,” he says softly.

I glance up at him. “What?”

His eyes are warm with understanding, blue flecked with brilliant amber. “I get it. I hate the ‘I’m sorry’ that people always offer and I hate being asked how my parents died. So, thank you, for saying neither of those things.”

We do understand each other, I decide then. It has to be why I was drawn to him. No matter how much he’s pushed for the conquest tonight, he’s not a relationship person. I’m different, as he called me, because I’m not either. Women want his money as well, he’d said so, but I do not. I want my own, that I earn.

“And since I seem to only be able to bribe you for what I want,” he continues, “and what I want is to know more about you, I’ll do what I never do. I’ll tell you my story. My mother died in a car accident when I was eighteen. She was driving erratically after she’d left the house because she was fighting with my father over his mistress and hit an embankment and flipped. Cancer killed my father. As for the other question that I hate to be asked: ‘Are you okay?’ I’ve heard that a lot these past six months since he died. The answer I want to give to people but have the decorum to know I cannot, is that I’m fucking great. I hated the bastard.”

I study him a moment, understanding filling me. “You’re an only child.”

His eyes narrow on me. “And you know this how?”

“You hated your father, but he didn’t hate you,” I say. “And so, you inherited.”

“Very good, counselor,” he says. “I might need to insist on your last name, just to ensure I don’t accept a case against you. I don’t want to ruin my perfect record.”

His cell phone rings and since his pants are on the floor near his feet, he grabs them, pulling out his phone. I think of all the nights I’ve worked at the restaurant, fearing a call that my mother was sick, and even with her return to work, at a hospital of all places, I dread a call. Even now, I dread my phone ringing instead of his. Cole glances at his display and sets his cell on the table.

“Do you need to take your call?” I ask.

“It’s an asshole,” he says. “And I don’t work for assholes.” The doorbell rings and he sets down his glass. “That will be dinner and not soon enough for me.”

He heads toward the door, his stride long and confident, everything about this man is power and grace, and yet, he doesn’t overwhelm me like someone else I once knew and knew too well. Cole doesn’t constantly seem to be pulling my strings, but then, as one of my law professors said: “everyone is on their best behavior while trying to be naked and well fucked.”

Cole’s words come back to me. “I might need to insist on your last name.” Because he doesn’t want to face me in court, but there is no issue there. I’m not a lawyer, whereas he’s in possession of a winning record, the rewards of hard work falling into place, while mine have years to be foreseen.

My gaze catches on my skirt and the realization that the awkward goodbye is coming hits me. I need to be dressed. I need to be ready. Actually, I need to leave before I do something stupid with this man. Like stay the night. Like give him my last name. Like get involved in what won’t hurt him, but could my career. I can’t risk becoming distracted by a man who has his career while I have a long way until I have mine. I stand up and dart for my skirt.

Chapter ten

Lori

I’ve barely had time to straighten after picking up my skirt, and somehow Cole is already walking back into the room. “Don’t even think about putting that on unless you just want me to take it off of you.”


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