Free Banking Her: A Billionaire Bad Boys Novella (Book 2.5) (Bad Boy Billionaires) by Max Monroe Page B

caught red-handed.
    What the hell?

    Wes’s taste in dining was impeccable. He had taken us to a swanky joint called Red that was only a few miles from our hotel. It was an upscale restaurant that literally lived up to its name. The lights, the walls, the décor, pretty much everything in the room was a different shade of red. What should have reminded me of horror flicks like Carrie or The Shining , only gave a warm ambiance of fine dining and quiet charm.
    About twenty minutes after we had checked in to our hotel, Wes had managed to reserve a table for us at Red and even had a car waiting to escort us when everyone was ready to go. The man might have been consistently late to pretty much everything, but he sure as shit could get things done when they mattered most.
     
    And trust me, with a hungry pregnant woman in the group, food is more important than everything else.
     
    In record time, and much to Cass’s excitement and pregnancy cravings, we were sitting at a table in the back of the restaurant and enjoying our meals. Her propensity for keeping the conversation moving and shaking was quickly quelled once her giant, albeit well-done , steak was set before her.
    I ate my lobster risotto until I felt too full to continue and proceeded to work on my third glass of stupidly expensive wine, courtesy of Wes Lancaster. I knew I was a bit of a lightweight when it came to alcohol, but I couldn’t deny this was probably the best Pinot Noir I had ever tasted in my life.
    While I drank, and everyone else ate, I couldn’t stop fixating on this nagging thought that had been in my brain since I got off the plane. Had Wes really been staring at my ass? And why in the hell did he not even attempt to avert his eyes?
    I felt like he wanted me to know he was looking, which only confused me more. I mean, this was a man whose disdain for me was evident in most of our interactions.
    I was mindfucked and far too emboldened by alcohol to stop myself from finding answers. Throwing caution to the wind—well, the wine, really—I took my phone out of my purse and typed out a text.
     
    Me: Were you really staring at my ass on the plane?
     
    I watched Wes as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and scanned my text. His brow furrowed, and he met my eyes from the across the table as he typed out a response.
     
    Wes: I have no idea what you’re talking about, Dr. Winslow.
     
    Bullshit. I raised a questioning brow in his direction, and he appeared unfazed as I tapped out my rebuttal.
     
    Me: Yeah, you do.
     
    He grinned once my message reached his phone.
     
    Wes: Do you want me to stare at your ass?
     
    His gaze turned cocky, and it took all of my willpower not to reach across the table and smack him. Instead of drawing the attention of everyone in the room with an outrageous display of violence, I chose the next best thing.
     
    Me: No. And it’s completely unprofessional to say something like that, Mr. Lancaster.
    Wes: Is it unprofessional when you’re staring at my ass as well?
     
    He was calling my bluff. There was no way he knew I had a secret fetish for watching his perfectly toned and damn near bitable ass. I was far too covert during my ass-ogle missions… right?
     
    Me: I do not stare at your ass.
    Wes: It’s okay, sweetheart. I don’t mind.
    Me: This feels like sexual harassment.
    Wes: I’m pretty sure you started this conversation.
    Me: Only because I caught you memorizing the curves of my ass like there was going to be a pop quiz on it later.
    Wes: And your legs.
     
    Aha! I knew it. I couldn’t stop a satisfied smile from cresting my lips, but I hated the fact that my enjoyment over his response had nothing to do with proving him wrong. I liked that he had been checking me out. Far too much, if I was truly being honest with myself.
     
    Me: That is so inappropriate.
    Wes: Those sexy fucking heels and skirts you prance around in are the only things that are inappropriate.
     
    I looked up from my phone and found him