Free Reckless (Fractured Farrells: A Damaged Billionaire Series Book 2) by Mallory Crowe Page A

of his family?
    Whatever it was that led her to break every rule she had about Robert and, hell, men in general, she had full on kissed Robert Farrell. And it wasn’t like their time on the beach when she hadn’t known who he was. And it wasn’t like the time behind the boat when she could blame it on him because he’d started it.
    No. She’d been overcome with stress, and okay, maybe she was horny too. It was hard not to feel that way when she spent so long around someone as ruggedly handsome as Robert, who was so completely into her. Why the hell would Robert Farrell be rugged? He was supposed to be some pansy daddy’s boy who’d never had to work hard for anything in his life.
    Instead, he burst into her life with a ripped six-pack, deep voice, a jawline models would kill for, and a tongue that would haunt her fantasies.
    “Ugh!” She screamed as she took a pillow and pulled it over her head. Not that there was anyone in the room to hide from. No matter where she ducked her head, she would never stop judging herself for what she’d just done with Robert. For what she totally would’ve finished if he hadn’t gotten that phone call.
    She was seconds away from pulling down her shorts and ripping off Robert’s pants so she could finally get the relief that he’d been so close to giving her. Considering how skilled he’d been at merely kissing her neck, she was willing to bet he’d relieve her multiple times.
    She moaned again and turned onto her stomach. This was bad. Like, so mortifying she never wanted to leave this room bad. Except this room was owned by the guy she wanted to hide from and her only other option had just burnt to the ground. A tent on the beach started to look better and better.
    After a good half an hour of wallowing in her own self-pity, she finally drifted off into something that almost resembled sleep. The stress of the day must’ve caught up, because one second it was early afternoon and then it was four p.m.
    It was only as her eyes were adjusting to the room and she tried to read the alarm clock that she realized what woke her up. Someone knocked on the door.
    “Damn it,” she muttered as she rolled off the bed and ran for the door, pulling it open without even looking through the peephole. It was only as she stared at the strange woman on the other side that she admitted that probably wasn’t the best idea.
    Just one more sign of how off-kilter she was. She blinked a few times and tried to look cheerful, even though she had a feeling she failed miserably. “Hello,” she managed to get out.
    The woman, for her part, didn’t seem that flustered at the totally unkempt person opening Robert Farrell’s door. “Hey there. Mr. Farrell sent me up to make sure you’re doing okay. He’s going to be in meetings for at least a few more hours, so I can get you some dinner and your immediate care package is ready for you at the front desk if you want me to bring it up.”
    Malia blinked a few times, her mind still a little foggy. “Umm...who are you?”
    The woman laughed. “I’m sorry! I completely forgot to introduce myself. I’m Lindsey Shaw. I work in finance with Mr. Farrell.”
    Malia nodded, not too surprised. Lindsey looked exactly like what she’d imagine a Farrell Enterprises accountant would look like. She was tall and thin, with long black hair that looked amazingly shiny pulled back in something she almost hesitated to call a ponytail because it looked so pretty. People like Lindsey were the reason Malia was a moron. Those were the types of women Robert should be passing his time with. Malia was a mutt compared to the purebred in front of her.
    “I can see that I interrupted a nap. I’m going to have one of the bellmen bring up the package for you and we can reconvene in...half an hour for dinner?”
    She’d rather order in something, but she couldn’t manage to bring out her normal, more outspoken self. All she could manage was a little nod.
    “Great! Meet you in