Free Her Indecent Proposal (The BAD BOY BILLIONAIRES Collection) by Judy Angelo

himself?
    As she stared out the window her mind drifted back to the last time
they made love on the island…on the starched white sand of their private
beach…under the light of a tropical moon.
    Yes, a tropical moon, because it had all seemed so surreal, with the
distant chirps of crickets in the trees, the sound of the gentle breezes
rustling the leaves overhead, the fragrant frangipanis filling the air with
their perfume, and the soft twilight of the moon bathing their naked bodies. 
They’d been bold enough to lie there on the massive towel they’d commandeered
from the pool house, and they’d made love...over and over and over again.  It
was their own private beach, after all.  And if a wayward stranger had happened
upon them she would not have flinched because it was the last night of their
honeymoon, their perfect night, and she never wanted it to end.
    As the memories came floating back it drove all thoughts of the
present from her mind and Melanie felt a subtle heat, a now familiar heat,
rising up her body.  Her heart picked up pace as the heat spread until it
tickled a most intimate part of her anatomy.  Good grief.  She was standing in
the middle of her office and she was horny as heck.
    “May I come in?”
    Melanie swung around just in time to see her assistant peeping around
the door. 
    “I knocked but I didn’t hear anything so I decided to check if you
were in.”
    That must have been a really soft knock because Melanie hadn’t heard
a thing.  Or maybe she’d been so caught up in her heated memories that the
sound had simply not registered.
    “Are you okay?” Tamara asked, a look of concern on her face.  “You
look flushed.  Are you coming down with something?”
    “No, I’m fine.”  Quickly, she turned away and walked back to her
desk.  “Did you need something, Tamara?”
    “I just wanted to bring you this FEDEX package that just arrived. 
It’s probably the storyboards from the ad agency.  I know you wanted to get them
as soon as possible.”
    “Great.  Please leave it on top of the credenza.  I’ll open it in a
minute.”  Then, adopting a very businesslike air, she reached for a folder in
her desk and pretended to be engrossed in its contents.  “Is there anything
else?`` she asked, without looking up.
    “N…no, that’s all,” Tamara replied, sounding nonplussed by her
boss’s unusually cold reception.  “I’ll go now.”
    Melanie breathed a sigh of relief as she closed the door behind
her.  She glanced at the time at the bottom of her computer screen.  Three
thirty-six.  Was that all? No matter that she had tons of work to do, she was
ready to leave office for the day.
    She raised her finger to her lips, her mind on Sloane as she
wondered what he was doing just then.  Right at that moment, was he as horny as
she?
    She smiled to herself then shook her head.  In all her thirty-three
years this was the first time she’d found herself scheming to ditch her duties
and run off and jump into bed with a man.  And it was all Sloane’s fault.  He’d
turned her into a wild woman.
    She had no idea what Sloane was up to, but work day or no work day,
she was going to call him.  If luck was on her side, he’d answer his phone and
she’d be able to convince him to play hookie with her.
    She picked up the phone and dialed his number.

CHAPTER TEN
     
    “Naughty, naughty.”
    Sloane’s voice drifted up the stairs to Melanie and she immediately left
the bedroom and ran downstairs to greet him.  She was halfway down when she saw
him at the door, tall and rugged and ever so handsome in his dark business
suit, his tie already loosened and hanging around his neck. He was bending to
drop his briefcase to the floor but when she came running he looked up and his
face broke into a smile.
    “There’s my girl,” he said, as he straightened and looked at her
with open admiration.  “Sexy.”
    Melanie paused at the foot of the stairs and gave him her most
seductive