Free The Wrong Billionaire's Bed by Jessica Clare Page A

did she?
    Oddly enough, it made him feel protective of stiff little Audrey. Perhaps she had a naughty side after all, and was doing her best to hide it from Cade.
Not to worry
, Reese thought to himself.
If there’s a wicked side to you, I’m just the man to find it.
    Even her steps down the dirt path to the lake were jerky and irritated, he noticed with amusement. She walked a few paces ahead of him, arms crossed over her chest, back ramrod straight. It was cute, much like the way a pissed-off rabbit would be cute. Fluffy and harmless.
    He let her continue on for a few minutes, and when they got to the dock at the edge of the lake, she turned to glare at him, shivering a little. She hadn’t worn a jacket and it was bitterly cold outside with the night wind. “Is this enough of a walk for you? Or should we go back to the house and see if you can humiliate me again?”
    â€œHere.” Reese shrugged off the jacket he’d borrowed from Cade’s closet and offered it to her.
    She took it, giving him a wary look. “You’re not cold?”
    â€œNah.” He watched her as she shrugged it over her shoulders, holding it tight to her body. “It’s a little small for me.”
    â€œAll of Cade’s clothing is a little small for you,” she told him, her gaze straying to the too-tight fitness club T-shirt he wore.
    â€œYeah. These jeans are seriously crushing my balls. I’m gonna be gelded before the weekend’s over.”
    She got that weird look on her face that told him she was probably blushing in the moonlight, though it was too dark to tell. “Well, maybe you being gelded wouldn’t be such a bad thing,” she told him in that prim little voice, “considering your reputation.”
    â€œI’d be depriving the world of greatness if that happened,” he drawled, enjoying when her posture got just a little stiffer.
    â€œYou have a very high opinion of yourself.”
    â€œSomeone should.”
    â€œYes, I suppose someone should,” she said, and gave a haughty little sniff.
    Time to wipe that smugness from her face.
“So, you ready to give me my kiss now?”
    Even in the shadows, he couldn’t miss the withering glance she shot at him. “Do you know how much I hate you right now?”
    â€œDon’t know, don’t much care, but I’m sure you’ll tell me.”
    She was mutinously silent.
    â€œIt won’t be that bad,” he teased her, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning up against a nearby pier beam. “I’m told I’m quite a good kisser.”
    â€œYou do have quite the ego,” she muttered. “Did it ever occur to you that I don’t want to kiss you? That I’m not bowled over by your so-called charm?”
    â€œIs it because you think you won’t be any good at it? Performance anxiety?”
    She sputtered.
    â€œThat’s it, isn’t it? I can give you lessons, you know. So you’re good and ready by the time Cade pulls his head out of his ass.”
    Audrey’s gritted teeth flashed in the moonlight. “I despise you.”
    â€œSo, lessons?”
    â€œNot in your wildest dreams,” she bit out. “That wasn’t part of our negotiation. Our agreement was one kiss in exchange for your silence.”
    He rubbed his chin as if pretending to consider this. “I’m pretty sure we didn’t give specifics.”
    â€œWe should have!”
    Reese gestured at her. “Let’s set the groundwork, then. You tell me what you thought our kiss should entail and I’ll tell you what I thought, and we can meet in the middle.”
    The look she gave him was wary, but hopeful, and she clutched the borrowed jacket tighter to her shoulders. “That sounds reasonable.”
    â€œI’m a reasonable man.”
    She snorted with disbelief, and he had to grin at that. Perhaps that stick wasn’t crammed so far up her ass after