Free Bedding The Billionaire by Kendra Little

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will be preserved, but it has a great shot of him at the moment of truth. Here,
have a look." Lucy couldn't afford to buy expensive digital
cameras—not the kind that could do everything she needed—and she
said she liked working with the older models anyway.
    She shoved the roll under her friend's nose. Abbey
turned away and held up her hands in protest. "No, I don't want to see
them. I don't want to be reminded of my stupidity, okay? And I wish you
wouldn't study those so closely. It's bad enough knowing you saw everything
when it actually happened."
    Lucy grinned. "Don't worry, Abbey Girl. I only
saw up to the moment when you got dressed. I didn't see the slap."
    Abbey frowned. "You know what I mean. Did you
really have to watch the whole thing?"
    Lucy stood. "Hell yes! It was fantastic! My own
private porno movie. And this camera's a beauty. I zoomed in real close — "
    "Lucy!"
    Lucy laughed and Abbey couldn't help joining in. Her
friend may be crude and probably did watch the whole thing, but she was
discrete, and would never let anyone know what had happened. It was between the
two of them. Strangely, Abbey felt just a little closer to Lucy because of it.
    Last night, when she'd got back to the office block
across the road from Le Meridian, Abbey had sprung Lucy in the middle of the
floor of the darkened foyer, on top of the naked building supervisor. She
coughed, once, but they either ignored her or were too involved in each other
to notice. When the panting and gasping got too much for her, she'd waited
outside until Lucy joined her.
    Since then, Abbey had been thinking about Damien — and
sex with Damien — non-stop. She alternated between hot flushes and
cold anger. It wasn't fair that a man had that much power over her that he
could change her body temperature just by thinking about him.
    The phone rang on the desk and Abbey jumped.
    Lucy picked it up. "Richmond P.I. How can I help
you?"
    She paused, pulled a face, and handed the receiver to
Abbey.
    "Who is it?"
    "Tarken. Tell him where to go so we can go out
for a drink."
    Abbey sighed and put the phone to her ear. "What
do you want, Tarken?"
    "First of all, you can tell that slutty friend of
yours that I'm not going anywhere until we've sorted everything out,
Abbey." Tarken's voice softened. "I mean that. I want you back. I
need you."
    Abbey leaned back in the chair and sighed. "Office
in chaos, is it?"
    Tarken laughed lightly. Abbey knew him well enough to
know it was fake. "Now, why do you think that? No, I just want you, you
fool. I love you. I made a mistake with Melinda, a huge mistake."
    "Too late, Tarken. A lot's changed in two days,
and I wouldn't take you back if you paid me. And I'm so poor, that's not a
statement you should take lightly. Got it? Now, unless there's something else,
I'm going. I've got some serious drinking to do with Lucy."
    "Wait! Abbey, don't go."
    "Tarken, I'm busy. I'm helping Lucy with a big
case she's working on."
    Tarken paused on the other end of the line and she
could almost hear his brain contemplating that piece of information. He'd be
thinking that she wasn't so dependent on him after all, that her life was
already moving ahead. Abbey smiled at the huge dent that realization would make
in his ego.
    "Who was that guy you were with last night?"
he asked.
    Abbey felt her heart thump as she thought about how
Damien had defended her honor despite his inappropriate dress. Another thing
that didn't fit the profile locked away in Lucy's filing cabinet. The Damien
Vane she'd read about was a duplicitous two-timer, not a defender of women.
    "None of your business," she snapped into
the phone.
    "He reminds me of somebody..."
    "Well, that's nice to know. Good bye."
    "Wait! One more thing."
    "Yes?"
    "That report by Driscoll — what would
it be filed under?"
    Abbey slammed down the phone. "How did you ever
let me go out with that creep?" she asked Lucy.
    Lucy held up her hands. "I didn't, remember? You
insisted. You