Free The Billionaire's Kisses: Billionaire Brothers by Julie Farrell Page B

Cinderella’s hasty retreat. But Amy had no intention of running out on Adam. She was delighted to be by his side – even if only for tonight.
    The chauffeur opened the car door and Amy climbed out as gracefully as she could, making sure her dress wasn’t accidentally tucked into her panties after that amazing sex session. The house was intimidating enough as it was without the need to humiliate herself unnecessarily. It was unlikely she’d ever see Adam’s family again after tonight, but she still didn’t want them thinking she was a nutcase.
    Adam held her hand. “Relax, babes, you look awesome; like a debutante. Nothing to worry about.”
    She threw him a smile. “Thank you.”
    How did he manage to look so cool and sophisticated after having spent the last twenty minutes doing what he’d been doing? Amy could feel her own cheeks glowing with warmth. Her small hand felt secure and warm wrapped up in Adam’s fingers and she fantasised for a moment that she might be about to meet her future in-laws. Amy quickly stifled this stupid thought, knowing it would never happen. She wasn’t special to Adam. She was just a pretty face who could help him fill a bit of time in his busy life. 
    Adam halted on the checkerboard doorstep and pressed the gilded doorbell. Amy expected a butler or servant to answer, but actually it was a blond, handsome man with a devilish twinkle in his eyes. A younger version of Adam, with an even more cocky aura. He was wearing smart black trousers, but he’d thrown a leather jacket over his white shirt, and there was no necktie to be seen.
    Adam threw his arms around his little brother. “Joseph, great to see you, kid! Hey, this is Amy.” Adam turned to where she was nervously standing on the step. “Amy, this is my little brother Joseph. He’s the youngest of us – only nineteen, but going on thirty.”
    “Hello, Joseph. Lovely to meet you.”
    Joseph shook her hand and grinned. “Ah, this is Amy. I’ve been hearing all about you.”
    Amy refused to believe that Adam had been talking about her. These brothers were charmers and Joseph was clearly learning the ropes from his older role models.
    “Well, thank you,” Amy said, remaining polite. “I like your jacket.”
    “Thanks. It’s the one Marlon Brando wore in The Wild One .”
    Amy ran her gaze over it. “Yes, it’s very similar, isn’t it?”
    “No, it’s the actual one. Dylan got it for me for my birthday.”
    Joseph grinned proudly, but Amy sensed pain behind that self-assured smile. Just like with Adam, she could see that this young man was devastated about what had happened to his eldest brother. What had Tariq done to this family? And why was he so keen to speak to her?
    Adam pulled her out of her worried thoughts by tenderly draping his arm around her shoulders and leading her down the lavish hallway. The house was minimalist and modern inside, which was a contrast to the castle-like exterior. The hallway glistened with money, but somehow Amy felt reasonably relaxed. Joseph followed, chatting casually with Adam about last night’s game, but as they drew closer to the sounds of the party, the stark mood of the stuffy entrance shifted, becoming light and festive. Amy could hear music and chatter emanating from a room at the end of the hallway, and excitement flickered through her as she allowed the party mood to envelop her.
    Adam opened the heavy walnut door of the grand hall, and Amy halted in the doorway. It was like the portal to another dimension. She realised that the music was being provided by a ten-piece jazz band, who’d set up in the corner of the large room, next to a place that had been reserved for dancing. Amy’s mood spiralled further upwards; she loved to dance. Maybe Adam would ask her later. She hoped so. But the dance floor was empty at the moment, because the other one-hundred-or-so guests were dotted around the hall, dressed in their finest clothing and expensive jewels, chatting and