The Billionaires: The Bosses (Lover's Triangle 2)

“Idiot,” she said with a shake of her head.

What had she expected in the grand scheme of things? That he would somehow see beyond her lapse in moral values and find it endearing that she’d fucked him and gone down on him within hours of meeting him? So that he would hire her in a professional capacity?

Not unless it involves the word porn.

Bayli let out a small shriek. Would have pulled the covers over her head if they weren’t strewn everywhere.

Jesus Christ!

She’d just proven that she would go to any lengths in order to get what she wanted!

Who the hell had she become—so damn fast and all over two devilishly handsome men?

Fallen angel to the extreme!

“Well, you’re not exactly a whore,” she mumbled. Because there’d been no money left on the bedside table.

Then again … there was no bedside table.

“Urg!” She buried her face in her hands as shame rushed through her.

Why’d I have to do it?

Why’d I have to do him?

What the hell is wrong with me?

As the thought festered in her head, the bathroom door swung open. Bayli jumped, her heart thudding heavily against her ribs.

“Morning,” said a fully clothed Christian Davila. “I didn’t wake you, did I?” He crossed the studio in a few long strides and rested a knee on the edge of the bed. He kissed the tip of her nose and grinned. “I borrowed your mouthwash and a hairbrush. Not sure I used the right one. You really need four different types? I’m talking about the hairbrush, not the mouthwash.” He winked.

“Depends on the style,” she absently said as she took him in, all fresh and minty smelling and with dark stubble lining his prominent jaw. He was damn sexy.

Excitement shot through her, making her forget about the tramp she’d been the night before.

“So, I have a ten a.m. brunch,” he explained. “But you go back to sleep. It’s only a quarter to seven.”

“I thought you’d left already.”

“Not a chance.” His gaze slid over her naked body. “And believe me, I’d crawl right back into bed with you, except that I have some business to attend to. Then I need to stop into the restaurant to speak with Rory. What’s on your agenda today?”

“I have a four-hour shift at the library, starting at eleven.”

“Such a beautiful bookworm.” He kissed her. One of his searing lip-locks that made her practically melt into the mattress.

When he pulled away, she was breathless.

He said, “Have a fantastic day. And don’t forget to lock the door behind me.”

“Are you kidding?” she quietly quipped. “I’ve pretty much forgotten my own name at this point.”

Christian chuckled. “That’s flattering. Now why don’t you cover up all that gorgeousness of yours so I can find the willpower to get on with my day? Before I say to hell with it all and call a courier service to deliver a couple boxes of condoms to us.”

“There’s someone who will actually deliver condoms on a Sunday morning?”

“Sounds a little sacrilegious, sure. But this is New York.” He kissed her again, then shifted off the bed. “My driver’s waiting downstairs. I’ve gotta get a move on.”

“Of course. No worries. Go be productive. And I shall immerse myself in the beauty of the written word.”