The Construction Worker & the Billionaire (Taming The Bad Boy Billionaire 10)

A full-length shot of her naked body.

Her chair scraped violently against the ground as she scooted it all the way into her desk, shielding the screen as best she could. Still, it was easy to see bits of her ivory skin. An exposed leg. The gentle curve of a hip. Her blonde hair spilling out over the pillow.

Logan—I am going to KILL you!

It had been taken while she was sleeping, but for the life of her, she couldn’t imagine when. He’d been as tired as she was by the time they finally turned in for the night. He was out before his head even hit the pillow.

...apparently not.

Before she could properly fume, there was a second ding as yet another message popped up. This one had a smiley-face in the subject line, as if he could sense her rage.

Don’t be mad. You looked so beautiful. I couldn’t help myself.

This one was accompanied by yet another picture—one take from the bed itself. It was close enough that Lacy could count every one of her eyelashes. But judging by the angle and direction of the camera, Logan obviously had a different target in mind.

Have I told you lately that you have the world’s most magnificent breasts?

Okay, this is too much.

She stared in horror at the pictures. At the look of restful unconcern on her face, and the slight shadow of a hand as it held the camera over her naked flesh. Over the course of her romantic life, there had been many times when the men she was with had asked for a picture or two. (Key word: asked.) Uncomfortable with the overall premise, she had always refused. As such, she could be confident that nowhere in the dark recesses of the internet, were there photos of her like the ones Logan was sending now. Professionally, she’d dealt with enough ‘revenge posts’ and blackmail to be incredibly relieved it was something she didn’t have to worry about herself. Until now.

So then...why was she grinning?

“Hey Lacy?”

There was another violent scraping as Lacy threw her body in front of the computer. Mugs rattled and a pencil holder tipped over the edge of her desk as she awkwardly turned around, smiling, as though it was all the most normal thing in the world.

Sarah raised her eyebrows slowly, but let it go.

“I have those pictures from last night.”

...what?

The world outside seemed to go suddenly dark, as Lacy froze in place. Her mouth falling slowly to the floor. Her blood freezing to ice in her veins.

“You...you do?”

There was a dull ringing in her ears, followed by a sudden tightening in her chest—one that was making it increasingly hard to breathe. The pictures on the screen seemed to burn through her clothes, branding her with shame, as her eyes locked on the ones in Sarah’s hand.

“Uh...yeah, crazy.” Sarah shot her another strange look, as if perhaps her coffee had been spiked with something stronger. “From the restaurant? Quin just printed them out.”

The world went crashing back into sudden focus, as time picked back up to regular speed.

“Oh, from...yeah, from last night.” Lacy could almost cry in relief. Could almost slap herself silly for not thinking things through. “Of course. Thanks, Em.”

Sarah handed over the photographs, but lingered by the desk—staring with thoughtful concern. “Jokes aside—are you okay? You look a little...shaken up.”

“What? Me?”

Why is it that my skills as a liar fail me every time I need them most?!

Lacy forced a casual smile, tapping her fingers nervously against the desk as her pulse slowly returned to normal. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little...tired. That’s all.”

Sarah’s face softened sympathetically. “Long night with the boyfriend? I’m guessing you guys had a lot to talk about...”

Not nearly as much as we’re going to have to talk about tonight.

“It was fine.” Lacy flashed another dismissive smile, shaking her head as though she hadn’t nearly vomited all over the floor. “At any rate, it’s settled—and we got what we needed from Brad. His wife should have an easy case against him.”