Free The Alpha Billionaire Club Trilogy by Alexa Wilder

little crazy.” He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed. I kept thinking I wasn’t the right kind of woman for him, but the sight of us in the bathroom mirror, me cradled in his arms, his face pressed to the top of my head - we looked like we belonged. Placing a soft kiss to the side of my mouth, he said,
    “My father cheated on my mom so often he destroyed her. By the time she died when I was fifteen, she was broken inside. She loved him, and he just didn’t seem to care. I’m not an angel, but I don’t cheat, Leigha. I wouldn’t do that to a woman.”
    I nodded in response, not sure what to say. He kept surprising me. I followed him when he took my hand and walked me back into the bedroom. “So when did you have time to get all of this?” I gestured to the clothes hanging in the closet.
    “Pick a pair of shoes and let’s go out. I’ll tell you at breakfast.”
    At the second mention of breakfast, I realized I was starving. I was also ready to ditch all these heavy emotions and go have some fun. After I put on some underwear. The top drawer beside the hanging clothes was filled with lingerie. Lace and silk panties, negligees, bras, and other bits of fluff overflowed the drawer. The dress had built in support, so I didn’t need a bra, but there was no way I was leaving the penthouse without panties. I wasn’t that bold. I slipped on a pair of lacy bikinis and pulled them up, taking my time when I felt Dylan’s eyes on my exposed legs and butt.
    Now for some shoes. Beside the Louboutins, I spotted a pair of navy platform sandals with a flat bow at the toe and sexy ribbon straps around the ankle. They were sweet, sassy, and perfect for the dress. As I reached for them, I spotted the imprint inside the shoe. Kate Spade. Not quite as unattainable as the Louboutins, but still way above my normal shoe budget, unless I decided not to eat for a month. I slipped them on, fastening the buckles hidden beneath the ribbons. They were so cute. I was in love with these shoes. With the whole outfit, actually. I suspected I’d love the rest of what he’d bought me just as much. Resolving to push away my concerns and have some fun, I let Dylan take my hand and lead me from the room.

13
Leigha
    D ylan brought me to Veranda at the Four Seasons, where we ate outside by the pool at a secluded table for two. Once we were seated, he explained,
    “We’ll have more privacy here than at the Delecta. And I wanted to see you in that dress out in the sunshine.”
    “I’ve always wanted to eat here,” I said, taking in the elegant surroundings, quiet on a Friday morning.
    “Why haven’t you?”
    “I keep meaning to, but I get busy with work and things that have to get done and I don’t end up getting out much.”
    It was sadly true. I’d taken the job in Vegas after college mostly because Haywood and Cross was a great company. Partly, too, because I’d thought being in Vegas might give me an opportunity to have some fun. Instead, I ended up living the same life I’d always lived if you substituted going to work for studying and classes. There was so much to explore in this city and I was an expert on my neighborhood yoga studio and grocery store. When this weekend was over, I wasn’t going to crawl back into my shell. I was going to try to experience life a little more, even if it wasn’t on the same level as hanging out with a sexy billionaire.
    Picking up the menu, I tried to figure out what to get. I wanted something decadent, but I thought I should order the fruit plate, or the Quinoa Muesli Cereal. That felt like a waste in a place like this. Dylan took over, asking, “Do you mind if I order for you? Is there anything you won’t eat?”
    “No, you can order.” I put the menu down, relieved. Dylan seemed to like me as I was, but I still felt weird about ordering a fattening breakfast in front of him. It was stupid. I knew that. I was an adult woman and I should be able to eat waffles or a Danish if I wanted one.