Free The Billionaire Boyfriend Trap by Kendra Little Page A

knew I'd followed Reece.
It had been humiliating enough at the time, and I didn't want to
relive it.
    But Reece's response stopped me walking away.
"Thursdays are supposed to be for surfing, not the other crap," he
growled. "You promised not to talk business."
    "You gave us no choice. You haven't been
answering anyone's calls and it's the only time we get to see you.
We're used to you not coming home, but not the phone silence."
    So it was true that Reece never went home. I
angled myself into the curtain so that I was hidden from their view
if they turned around, but close enough to hear. Unfortunately I
could no longer see them either.
    "I haven't been answering your calls because
you say the same things over and over," Reece said.
    The brother sighed. "That's because time's
running out. You need to stop this, now, before it gets out of
hand."
    "Too late. It's going ahead."
    "Jesus, Reece, don't do this to Cass. She
doesn't deserve it after everything she's been through."
    "It's not about her." The edge of steel in
Reece's voice was unmistakable. Most mere mortals would back down
if he spoke to them like that, but not his brother.
    "It affects her big time," he said, matching
Reece's frosty tone. "If you opened your eyes, you'd see that."
    "Do you forget how she treated Blake?"
    "Do you forget how he loves her?"
    "Loved, past tense."
    "You sure about that?" A heavy silence
followed. I pictured them squaring off, maybe staring each other
down with matching ice-blue eyes. Finally, when I became worried
that they'd walked off, the other Kavanagh said, "Who are you
looking for?"
    "Cleo."
    "Ah. Your little puppy."
    I bristled. Puppy? What the hell? Just
because I followed Reece once did not make me a damned puppy.
    "Do I get to meet her tonight?" the brother
asked.
    "Maybe."
    "Are you going to sleep with her?"
    "None of your damned business."
    The brother chuckled. "Touchy. That's so
unlike you when it comes to your women."
    There was more silence. This time it
stretched a long time. I peeked around the curtain edge and saw
they'd disappeared. I stepped out of my hiding place and moved into
the center of the room just as someone dressed in a casual shirt
walked on stage.
    "There you are," came Reece's honey-thick
voice close behind me. "I've been looking for you."
    "I've been right here," I said without
turning around. I could feel him at my back, not touching, but near
enough to send tingles washing over my skin.
    "I like that dress on you."
    "Thank you."
    "I'm going to like it even more when you're
out of it."
    Oh boy. My resolve crumbled a little
more with every whispered word. In fact, I couldn't even remember
why I'd decided to resist him. Something about morals and
short-term arrangements…
    Music pumped out of loud speakers and the
presenter received polite applause. I applauded too, but I didn't
hear any of the presentation. The next thirty minutes were a blur.
I was aware of Reece at my back, and only Reece. It was like we
were submerged in an airtight bubble deep under water. Just the two
of us with no one else around.
    Finally the presentation finished and the
crowd resumed mingling and drinking. The fun part of the evening
was about to begin. I turned around and caught Reece staring down
at me, his face a study of intensity. I thought I heard his breath
hitch, but I could have been mistaken.
    "You're beautiful," he murmured.
    I flushed to the roots of my hair. "It's the
dress," I muttered, waving my empty glass around. "And my sister
did my hair." Could I sound any more like an idiot?
    He took my glass from my hand and swapped it
for a full one as a waiter passed. He held it out to me but didn't
let go. Our fingers touched. The combination of the cool glass and
his warm skin caused havoc with my senses, but one thing I knew for
sure—every part of me was aware of him. Just him. The rest of the
crowd may well have not been there. It was just the two of us,
alone, touching. It wasn't nearly enough to satisfy me.
    "I