Free The Billionaire’s Rebellious Lover (The Maxfield Brothers Series Book 2) by Leslie North Page B

Harder! Oh God!”
    Daisy was so caught up with listening to her neighbors that she almost didn’t hear the knock on the door. “Daisy? Are you in there?”
    Daisy practically fell off her couch. It was five o’clock in the afternoon. Most of her friends were probably waking up or getting over their hangover. Who the hell was this?
    Peering through the peephole, she gasped. Angie Maxfield was on the other side. What was she doing here? Had she come by to tell Daisy they were about to kick her off the project? Had something happened?
    “Daisy, I can hear you breathing through the door. Although that’s only between the intermittent moaning of your neighbors. Can you let me in?” Angie said dryly.
    Daisy unhooked the chain and undid all the locks on the door. “Angie, what are you doing here?”
    The CEO of Duncan Enterprises pushed past her carrying a large tote bag and a garment bag. “What do you mean what am I doing here? Aren’t you expecting me?”
    “No,” Daisy said, puzzled. “In fact, I’m supposed to meet Gabe at a function of some sort in a few hours.”
    “Yes, you are. That’s why I’m here. I’m supposed to help you get ready. Didn’t Gabe tell you that?” Angie draped the garment bag over a ripped once-blue chair that Daisy had gotten free off the Internet, and she put the tote on the floor.
    Daisy scowled. “He did not and I do not need help getting ready. I’m a grown woman. I can dress myself.”
    “So you have a gown ready?”
    “A gown?” Daisy sputtered. “What the hell do I need a gown for?”
    Angie laughed. “Daisy, this is a black-tie affair. Gabe thought you might not have anything appropriate to wear, so he asked me to come over. Don’t worry. I used Gabe’s personal credit card to get you this dress.”
    Barely hearing Angie, Daisy sat down heavily. Her heart was pounding. She looked up in dismay. “Black-tie affair? Why would Gabe invite me to a black-tie affair? Christ, I’ve never been to any place nicer than an Applebee’s. Why would he do this?”
    “You said you wanted to meet some people. Politicians. Businessmen. This is how you do it.” Angie frowned. “I should tell you that Gabe is the only Maxfield brother who is going to be there. Stephen is working in the Bay Area, and Nathan doesn’t go to these functions.”
    “Is this a date?” Daisy asked quietly.
    Angie raised an eyebrow. “Do you want it to be a date?”
    “Of course not,” she answered too quickly as she stood. She rubbed the damp palms of her hands on her jeans and took a deep breath. The thought of being on Gabe’s arm excited her more than she was willing to admit. And the thought of being on his arm at a black-tie affair practically gave her a panic attack. But she was a smart woman. She could make this work to her advantage, and she could be classy.
    “Yeah. I can be classy,” she affirmed aloud.
    “I’m glad you’ve decided that,” Angie said in an amused voice. “Okay, let’s get started!” She unzipped the clothing bag and held the gown up for Daisy’s inspection. It was a stunning midnight blue with shimmery detail at the mermaid cup top and at the bottom. The dress would cling to her hips then flare out around her legs to give movement and grace. And it clearly cost money.
    Like…a lot of money.
    “I should probably shower before I put that on,” Daisy said after swallowing hard. Angie chuckled and nodded her head before Daisy hurriedly scrambled for the bathroom. Adrenaline pushed her through the fastest shower of her life, and finally she was wrapped in a towel and seated on a stool in the bathroom.
    “You have beautiful hair,” Angie murmured as she spritzed some product through it. “Why do you always braid it?”
    Daisy shrugged. “It’s easier, I guess. Keeps it out of my face, and it doesn’t require any maintenance. Looks have never been super important to me.”
    “It helps that you’re naturally pretty. I think some curls would be perfect for