Free His Four Poster Bed (Bedroom Secrets Series Book 2) by Emma Thorne Page A

every question Odessa Starr. I will tell you the truth about myself, the good, the bad, and the ugly and I will never betray you, never.” Then he leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. My knees almost buckled.
    “Well,” I said, after his lips left mine, my whole body tingling. “I guess I’m getting in the car now.”
    “Please do,” he said, smiling.
    As I sunk into the posh bucket seats Marco walked around the car and climbed into the driver’s seat.
    He started the engine, at least I thought he did. I noticed immediately that it did not hum like a normal car.
    “Electric?” I said, eyebrows raised.
    “Saving the planet, any way I can,” he winked and put the car into gear.
    As we drove, I couldn’t help but notice the size of his hand on the gear shift and wish his hands were all over my naked body. I felt dizzy with longing and also from his promise to me. He had agreed to answer my questions and tell me the truth. The question was, did I believe him? Was I really allowing myself to trust a billionaire playboy who was clearly used to taking what he wanted in life?
    “I can see the wheels turning in your beautiful head,” Marco said, as he turned down 45 th heading towards I-5. “You can trust me Odessa,” he said. He reached over and briefly squeezed my hand. “I am many things, but I am not a liar, or a stalker.”
    “Well, you did show up at my work unannounced, you did send me presents unannounced, and you did send me flowers.”
    “Unannounced.” Marco laughed. “Christ, I do sound like a stalker. What are you doing in the car with me? You should get out while you can.”
    “No way, I’ve got a list of questions for you,” I said, laughing as well. “You’ve agreed to an interview and that’s what’s going to happen tonight.”
    “Sounds sexy,” he said.
    “It could be,” I answered in a teasing voice. It was impossible to keep from flirting with this man.
    “What is your first question?”
    “Easy one to start. Where are we going tonight?”
    “I thought that I would make you dinner.”
    “At your place?”
    “I do have a kitchen, yes.”
    “I’m not sleeping with you again,” I said, faster than I intended.
    “Understood,” he smiled. “I enjoy your company Odessa in whatever way you feel you want to spend time with me. You want an interview, you get an interview; you want a home cooked meal by me, you get it; you want me to kiss every inch of your naked body, you get it; you want me to fuck you until you beg me to stop, you get that too.”
    I inhaled sharply knowing he had made me wet. A single phrase and the man had me dripping for him.
    “I see,” I said, my pulse roaring with heat. “You’ll have to give me a minute to decide.”
    “In the meantime, lets discuss dinner. This may amaze you, but I cook. I like to cook, my mother taught me. She told me she wasn’t going to raise a boy who expected to be waited on hand and foot by the woman he loved.”
    My body tensed at the word love. I noticed Marco was staring straight ahead now. I looked at his profile, it was so strong, his gaze fixed on the road.
    “Your mother sounds like a very smart woman.”
    “She is, she was,” he added. I didn’t need to look into his eyes to hear the sadness this time. I could feel it all around him.
    I reached out and squeezed his thigh leaving my hand to rest on his leg. “I’m sorry. How old were you when you lost her?” The word died felt too raw, too harsh to me.
    “I was just a boy, barely a man, sixteen years old.”
    Marco turned the roadster onto I-5, hitting the accelerator. We silently raced past the other cars, the BMW’s electric motor so quiet it was almost unnerving.
    I tried to imagine Marco as a boy saying good-bye to his mother. I remembered how strange it had felt to me in the days after my father left. He hadn’t died, but there was loss to process, even if I hadn’t realized it at the time. Losing the people you love breaks you into pieces