Free Farewell to Lust (Falling for the Billionaire #3) by Karolyn James

1.
    I t’s
her third day of work; the third day she’s seen him walking the halls.  There’s
always a small crowd behind, people vying for their chance to speak to him,
hoping he speaks back.  Rarely he does.  Mostly he nods and commands in
silence, making him that much sexier.
    Yesterday, he walked by her desk
and she closed her eyes, inhaling him.
    A coworker caught her and she
expected ridicule but only received an eyewink. 
    It wasn’t the first time a woman
has inhaled his scent, memorizing it, and used it later in the evening for
their own personal pleasure. 
    She doesn’t want to touch
herself thinking of him. 
    She wants him to touch her.
    Yes.
    That’s what she wants.
    It’s her third day of work;
what’s the worst that could happen?
    He comes from the elevator and
today he’s alone.  His eyes look different.  He’s ravishing, gorgeous, with
enough features to keep her fantasizing for hours.  As he walks from the
elevator, the office starts to clear out.  One by one, people stand and leave. 
They don’t even bother taking their belongings, leaving purses and jackets. 
    For a second, she cares, knowing
that they’re going to freeze outside… the weatherman said a strong cold front
moved in overnight and there was a chance of snow all day. 
    Welcome to November!
    The people are gone.
    It’s just her.
    And him.
    Halfway to her, he slips his
jacket off, letting it fall to the floor.
    She feels she should do
something too so she kicks her heels off.  They scatter, looking defeated lying
on their sides.
    Next he pulls his tie.  The knot
lets go and that too is on the floor.
    She unbuttons her shirt, three
buttons down, enough to show skin and the top of her bra. 
    He’s following her lead now,
unbuttoning his shirt. 
    She catches glimpses of his
chiseled muscles as he walks.
    There’s not enough time to get
naked before he’s there, right there with her.
    She’s out of breath, and time.
    Time?
    “I’m sorry,” he whispers as his
hands embrace her body.
    He’s holding her, his lips
moving down towards hers.
    “So sorry,” he adds a moment
before their lips touch.
    When they kiss, everything turns
passionate… from her tender nipples to his hardness…
    She moans…
    And wakes up.

2.
    B ecky
blinked a few times and found her hands full of bed sheets.  She had twisted
and pulled them so much, the sheet had come off the mattress.  As she tried to
roll to her right, she felt a wild sensation run through her body.  She had
fallen asleep topless and her nipples were so sensitive and erect that just by
rubbing on the bed sheet, it gave her pleasure and turned her on.
    Another dream.
    Another damn dream.
    Of him.
    Him.
    Bradley.
    Sexy Bradley.
    It had been barely twelve hours
since their last encounter at the Halloween party, where Becky stormed out of the
hotel room, the party, and Bradley’s life. 
    Or so she thought.
    Four times that night she had the
same dream.
    A dream of working at HB-Ley, the
way her life should have been right now.  But the dream always took a sexual
turn.  It always happened the same – Bradley coming from the elevator and
stripping himself.  Only once did he actually become naked and only once, in a
different dream, did he penetrate her.
    The dreams were a tease.
    A reminder her memory concocted to
show her what she had walked out on.
    Not that it mattered now.
    Bradley had his deal with Carlello
and even if she wasn’t there for the final contract signing on the deal,
Bradley could make up a story of how Becky left him.  Left him heartbroken. 
All because Bradley wanted to trick Carlello into believing that he was a
settled man.  A man who didn’t need to run rampant with women or money, even
though it was the money and power that fueled Bradley.
    Becky hated him.
    Becky loved him.
    She closed her eyes, wishing it all
away.
    She wished she were back in Cancun, with all her friends, celebrating their unknown future.  A future that looked so
bright