Free HACKING THE BILLIONAIRE: Part 3 by Jenny Devall

this time, Riley. Romance is on the agenda. You can sleep where you want.”
    “Then I’ll take my own room.”
    He was disappointed, but he could woo her. He knew how, and it would take more charm than money for Riley to be back in his bed. Of that he was certain. She could be in his arms within the week.
    He grabbed her suitcases. “Anything else?”
    “No. I can carry one of them.”
    “No, I have them.”
    She followed him out. His driver was waiting. They were on their way minutes later. Dirk felt belter that Riley would be under his roof and not in her apartment. Not just because he could woo her more easily. He wanted her safe. His future depended on it.
    Their future, he was sure.
    She unpacked when they arrived at his place. He opened a bottle of wine then turned on the fireplace. He settled on the couch to wait for her. Riley finally arrived, plopping down next to him.
    “Hi.”
    He handed her a glass of wine. “Hello, roomie.”
    “That fire looks nice. Always wanted a home with a fireplace.”
    “Gas is nice. I can turn it on whenever I want. I think I’ve used it more since you’ve been in my life.”
    She smiled. “I appreciate your concern and your willingness to let me have my own room.”
    “Doesn’t mean I don’t want you in my bed, Riley. I’ll be honest. I think about you all the time. I’m going to be persistent.”
    “If you weren’t I’d worry, but I think we need to set some ground rules.”
    “Rules?”
    If she insisted, he’d play along. “I promise not to knowingly put myself in danger if you please trust me.”
    He pondered that. He was a control freak. He’d been successful all of his life by taking care of the details. “It will be hard, but I’ll work on it.”
    “Good.”
    “You let me shower you with things.”
    “Things?”
    “I love to buy you stuff. I know you don’t need a lot of material goods, but, for instance, let me buy you a new car.”
    “The insurance will cover that,” she said.
    “I know, but with my help you can buy a nicer car.”
    “I don’t need a nicer car.”
    “Then a safer car. An SUV or a truck or whatever your heart desires.”
    She sighed. “You’re insistent on this?”
    “I am. Not backing down,” he said.
    “Okay.”
    He could have done a happy dance. He’d won that concession. “Good. We can go car shopping this weekend.”
    “I don’t have the insurance money yet.”
    “Doesn’t matter. You can sign it over to me when you get it.”
    She eyed him. “Why is this so important to you?”
    “It goes along with keeping you safe. A good car will do that.”
    She took a sip of her wine. “Shopping this weekend.”
    “Yes.”
    She laughed. “Do I still need a driver?”
    “Yes. Until this case is over. Then you can drive your new car to whatever job you have.”
    “Fair enough. What’s your input on this?”
    Dirk laughed. “I just want sex. A lot.”
    Riley laughed. “Figures.”
    “Seriously? I just want to keep you safe, Riley. I don’t want to ever have to worry about you. That doesn’t mean I need to know where you are at all times.”
    “Good. Unless I’m worried about something; then I’m going to turn off location services on my phone.”
    “Okay. I don’t have an argument against that. Just let me know where you are at times.”
    “All the time?’
    “No, I can’t ask that, but a courtesy heads up would be nice.”
    She put a hand on his face. “You really want to keep me safe.”
    “I do, Riley, I’m just not sure I’m so good with boundaries. I tend to barge in and take over. It’s just who I am. It’s how I’ve become successful. So you have my permission to push back.”
    “Good. I plan on it. I’ve been on my own for a while, Dirk. It’s a little chafing to me to have someone trying to take care of me. Some part of me appreciates it, but not all of me.”
    He smiled. “I do want to take care of you, Riley. Why did I have to choose such an independent woman?”
    Why indeed. Any of