Free Bedding The Billionaire by Kendra Little Page A

know, you should listen to me more."
    "I should listen to you less . That way I
wouldn't be in this mess with Damien Vane."
    "What mess? I don't see a mess." Lucy came
round the desk and placed an affectionate arm around her friend's shoulders and
squeezed. "All I see is a woman and man having great sex together. Leave
it at that, Abbey. Forget about him now. We got what we wanted."
    Abbey nodded. "Yeah, I'm over-reacting, I
know."
    "You always were the sentimental one."
    "I'm surprised you even know that word
exists."
    Lucy grinned. "Don't ask me to spell it."
    They laughed and gave each other a hug.
    "Come on," said Lucy, "lets go out for
a drink."
    "How are we going to pay?"
    "I've got a little left over from the last
job."
    "But you might need it," Abbey protested.
    Lucy shrugged. "We'll get the money from the Vane
job soon, so don't sweat it. There's enough to last. It's only money."
    Abbey stood and placed her hands on her hips. "Tomorrow
I'm going to hit the interview path hard. And when I get a job I'm going to buy
you drinks every night for a week."
    Lucy grinned. "Sounds good to me."
    She closed the office door and they walked down the
corridor arm in arm.
    Lucy's office was located in a rundown part of
Richmond, in an old warehouse converted into tiny offices in desperate need of
repair. Besides Lucy's P.I. office, there was a clinic specializing in male
sexual problems, a debt collection agency, and a lawyer who'd just gotten out
of prison after spending two years inside for fraud.
    Not exactly the company Abbey liked her friend to mix
with on a daily basis, but so far Lucy had had no trouble from her neighbors. And
if she did, Abbey hated to think what would happen. Lucy had a black belt in
Tai Kwon Do and judo. She'd seen her flip a man twice her size. Few people
stood a chance when Lucy set her mind to something.
    They hopped down the stairs, careful not to step on
the broken one or touch the splintering balustrade, and opened the door. Outside,
the heat hit them like a blast from a furnace.
    "We'll take my car," said Lucy. "Days
like this call for little sexy sports cars."
    Abbey agreed. Lucy's car was a red convertible, just
the sort of thing to be seen in on a hot day. At the beach.
    "Let's go to St. Kilda," Abbey suggested.
    "Great idea. We'll go for a swim then head to the
Stoke House for a drink."
    They got in the car and zoomed off. She wasn't dressed
for swimming, but for once Abbey didn't care. Her short summer dress with the
buttons up the front would dry quickly enough in this heat. She'd spent the
last two nights doing things she wouldn't normally do, so why worry about a
little thing like not wearing a swimming costume?
    Lucy was dressed for anything, as usual. In her sexy,
tight black shorts and white shoestring strapped top she would blend in with
the cool rollerbladers, body builders and poseurs on St. Kilda's foreshore.
    They both wore mandatory dark sunglasses and Lucy
always kept a bottle of sunscreen in the glove box, so there was nothing they
lacked for an afternoon at the beach.
    Swimming and sun baking was just what Abbey needed to
forget about Damien Vane.
    ***
    The I.T. Director of the hospital droned on and on. Nick
nodded at pertinent moments, like when he said he'd never seen a software
package that could do everything he wanted, but he never really heard more than
a few choice words. Fortunately, the director didn't seem to realize that Nick
wasn't listening, nor did any of the others who visited Software Solutions
stand at the seminar that day.
    And fortunately, Nick had done enough demos already
for them to become mechanical. Just as well, because his brain was not
functioning normally. Maybe it was the lack of sleep and the heat.
    Who was he kidding? He couldn't sleep because he
couldn't stop thinking about Abbey. Just like he couldn't stop thinking about
her now as the overweight, balding man droned on about his computer system
needs.
    Images of her luscious body filled his