Free Bedding The Billionaire (Bedding the Bachelors Book 3) by Virna Depaul

weren’t triplets. She could use someone special to help get her mind off Jamie.
    The theater sported a dramatic entryway with red velvet curtains and vaulted ceilings that opened up into a large theatre that seated over a thousand people. Next to the theater was a more intimate lounge, with a full bar and cushy high-backed red velvet chairs arranged around dark cherry wood tables, where patrons could have drinks and appetizers before the show.
    “Come on,” Grace said. “Drinks are on me.”
    The waiter gave them menus and took their drink orders. Lucy’s dirty martini had just arrived when she heard Jamie’s voice. Automatically, she turned around. He was wearing a black sports coat and a crisp electric blue shirt. Her heart started pounding double-time and she almost couldn’t resist the desire to walk up to him. To apologize for having upset him. To tell him she’d only been trying to push him away when all she wanted was to pull him closer.
    Knowing she was about to cave, she immediately excused herself to go to the bathroom. She dabbed at her face with a wet towel, took deep breaths, and told herself to get it together. When she returned, Jamie was talking to Melina and Grace, so Lucy headed to the bar.
    “Hello there,” a male voice said.
    Lucy turned to look at the man leaning against the bar beside her. He was gorgeous, and just her type. He had longish, shaggy black hair and pretty deep green eyes. He had a sexy and nicely trimmed goatee and a trim little mustache. He wore a black sleeveless T-shirt and his muscular arms were covered in colorful tattoos, and to top it off he wore round plugs in his ears. She wondered if he was pierced and where.
    He held out a hand. On his wrist he wore black leather bracelets with silver studs on them, and his long fingers were adorned with skull shaped silver rings. “I’m Damien. Damien Cruz.”
    Lucy took his hand and he held it a little longer than necessary after shaking it. When he let go, she leaned back against the bar and faced him. He smiled, and a deep dimple flashed on the left side of his face.
    If she was looking for someone to take her mind off Jamie, she suspected she’d just hit the mother lode. She hadn’t had sex since breaking things off with Jericho, and this man was a perfect specimen.
    She was about to ask if he was alone when she heard someone clear his throat.
    She turned to see Jamie behind her.
    “Melina and Grace have gone inside. The show’s about to start,” he said. “Max and Rhys seated us together. Do you want to go in?”
    She tucked her hair behind her ears, suddenly not sure what she should be doing with her hands. Other than putting them all over him.
    “Um, yeah,” she said. She turned back to Damien Cruz and said, “It was nice meeting you.”
    He reached into his shirt pocket, retrieved and held out a room key for the MGM Grand, and said, “If you want to see even more of me, I’ll be there after midnight.”
    Well, that was certainly bold of him. It made things crystal clear right from the start.
    Uncomplicated, unlike her very complicated feelings for Jamie.
    Lucy stared at the key card for a few seconds, undecided. She sensed Jamie beside her. Thought about how much she wanted him.
    Then took the hotel key.
    While she’d been deciding whether to take Damien’s hotel key, Jamie had ordered a shot. He picked it up and swigged it back. His throat muscles rippled. He set the glass down on the bar, never taking his gaze from hers. Desire slowly rolled through her, making her tremble.
    “You ready now?” he asked.
    She lifted her chin and brushed past him, hyper aware when he followed very closely behind her.
    Once they took their seats, Max and Rhys welcomed everyone to the show and thanked them for coming. They introduced their chef and mentioned Jamie as one of their business partners. They put the spotlight on Melina, introducing her as Rhys’s beautiful wife, and on Grace, who Max called the love of his life. Then