Free The Billionaire's Desire (A Billionaire BWWM Steamy Romance) by Mia Caldwell Page A

realization
of how badly I have fucked up grips me

 
    He is a client. Camilla is a client. I am a
professional, who has built her reputation in the business by being level-headed
and unflappable. Reviews from happy brides point out my rational, pragmatic nature.
Not someone who is ruled by her emotions.

 
    Definitely not someone who sleeps with the
brother of the bride.

 
    Slow
horror roots me to the spot, and with it comes the shame. I crossed a line that
should never have been crossed. I allowed myself to succumb to private islands,
wine and a man who was far too skilled with his tongue.

 
    The
memory of his tongue's skill sends another flood downward, but this time,
instead of heat it brings only guilt. I hurriedly untangle myself from his
limbs and stand up.

 
    Carter
shifts a little without opening his eyes. "Good morning," he murmurs,
his voice muzzy with sleep.

 
    I shift
on my toes, panic gripping at my throat. "I need to go," I say,
gritting my teeth.

 
    Carter
rolls to the side and opens his eyes, smiling, a devastating dimple on his cheek. He looks me up and down, a long, lascivious
look that threatens to reignite the heat that has fled from my body. "You
don't look like you do," he says, casually.

 
    I look
down and blush. Hard.

 
    I am
still completely, ridiculously naked.

 
    "You
look like you should be back in bed with me, honestly," Carter says, lazily
sitting up and treating me to a lingering glance of his washboard abs.

 
    No Yahya, get ahold of yourself.

 
    I lift
my chin and cross my arms, mustering all the professional gravitas I can manage
while still being in the nude. "Could you send for the pilot please? I'd
like to go home now."

 
      "But you haven't even had
breakfast," he protests lazily. "I make a mean poached egg."

 
    The
thought of Carter Easton making me breakfast nearly breaks my resolve. My
traitorous brain leaps right to the image of cooking in his gleaming chef's
kitchen...shirtless of course...maybe serving me strawberries dipped in cream.

 
    Stop it, Yahya.

 
    "I'm
not hungry," I tell him loftily. Then my stomach growls loudly,
immediately making me a liar.  

 
    Carter
blinks at my tone, then raises his eyebrows coldly. His face shows a million
different emotions before it finally settles on vast, aching disappointment.
But before I can realize what I've seen, it is gone, replaced by the coldly
polite mask he wore on the tarmac back on the mainland. The other Carter
Easton, not the one I got to know so intimately last night.

 
    The
light in his eyes is gone and with it, something that had just started to
awaken inside of me.

 
    I didn't expect this to be so damn hard. I
didn't expect him to be bothered so much. "Listen, it's no
big deal," I say hurriedly . I can
salvage this, I swear I can. "I had a great time last night, but this
isn't going to work." I'm spewing lies as fast as I can come up with them.
"You're a businessman right? Sometimes things just don't work out the way
you planned, you know that. It doesn’t mean anyone did anything wrong...it's
just...bad timing...." my words trail away as I watch Carter's face
change. It's like a mask is sliding over his skin, freezing it into a pompous
grimace. I clutch my arms around myself rather than reach out to snatch the
words I had just spoken out of the air and start over again. But it is too
late.

 
    "Well
then, Sanniyah," he says softly, so softly I have to strain to hear him.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I'll call Benson right now."

 
    He
turns away from me. I am about to apologize, to beg him to rewind to five
minutes ago, but he is already walking towards the bedroom door. He never once
looks back to see me standing there watching him.

 
    Without
his eyes on my skin, I feel suddenly cold. Swallowing down the lump in my
throat, I turn and shake out my clothes from where they lay in a heap on the
floor. "This is for the best," I tell myself firmly. "This isn't
part of