Free Seduced by the American Millionaire by Lynda Chance Page B

tomorrow. Your choice. " She didn't respond. "I want to get you at three, but I'm probably being a selfish bastard to expect you to wake up in the middle of the night for me. "
    A dart of pleasure went through her at his impatience. "Can't I come to the bar tonight? "
    He hesitated. He would like to have her there. She was good company and it would relieve his boredom with the whole evening. He thought about all the men that would be watching her. He didn't like that. He'd have to handle it though, because now he wanted her there with him. "Sure. If you want to. I'll swing by and get you about six. We'll eat at the bar. Bring your stuff, and we'll just go back to my place after I close up. "
    "Okay. I'll be ready. "
    "And Jenny. Dress conservatively. I don't want the old fuckers thinking they have a chance with you. "
    She laughed. "Hmmm, I don't know. I think I might dress like a slut. " Her voice was teasing.
    "Conservative, Jenny. I mean it. "
    He had the last word again.
    Her skirt was short, her heels were high, and her make-up was impeccable. She looked hot and sexy, but there was nothing about the outfit that he could call slutty. She had chosen well. She looked at him and her expression dared him to complain. He didn't. He wanted to. But, he didn't.
    He did, however, have a few things to say. As usual. "Jenny. I specifically remember talking about this. You were going to dress conservatively."
    "Oh my God. This is conservative. This isn't slutty at all, Richard. No boobs, see? " She pushed her chest towards him. Her high, round little boobs were up in the air. Her shoulders were back.
    "I can see boobs. But, okay. No bra showing. I get that. Good job there, sweetheart. But what about those legs? "
    "Well, we can't leave them at home. They have to come with me. This skirt is not short. I wear this into the office. You are being ridiculous. Obstinate. And you are about to piss me off. Now, let's go. "
    "Okay. But I'm warning you. Just one mother fucker looks at you the wrong way, and I'm locking you in my office. Got that? " Possessiveness was running through his veins. Irritation at the thought that he could be jealous. He had never been jealous in his life.
    "Yes, oh mighty one. I've got that. " She sailed passed him to the car.
    Jenny sat across from him in the booth. He had tried to slide her in first so that she would be between him and the wall. She had balked at that. The more she got to know him, the more amazed she was at his machinations. The man truly wanted to get his own way. Yet, as the night wore on, she was beginning to think that he mostly acted that way with her. The idea was intriguing.
    There was no doubt that he was a little spoiled. But he was also kind and generous. The bar had gotten busy early that night. He was patient with the waiter when their food came out cold. He was patient with the bartender when their drinks came over wrong. But he had bitten her head off when she got up to excuse herself to the restroom. "Didn't you go before you left the house? "
    He barked and grabbed her hand and held her beside the table. She frowned. "That was three hours ago. Let go, Richard. I have to go. " She pulled on her hand.
    "Don't go to the women's room in the back. Use the bathroom in my office. " He released her.
    "Oh, whatever. " She rolled her eyes at him and turned away.
    Bringing her here had been a mistake. He was feeling the same gut-churning emotions as two weeks ago when he had seen her for the first time. Only now, it was multiplied by ten. Back then, the men stared at the new merchandise. Now, they were salivating over her beauty and intrigued because she was with him.
    He thought about her accusation that he was a dictator. Well, Goddamn, what did she expect? Did she expect him just to let her run loose and get lost in Baton Rouge? Did she think he didn't care if she stalled out in high water? Did she expect him to sit back and watch some guy hit on her, in his own fucking bar?
    Unease