Almost Perfect: A BWWM Billionaire Single Parent Romance Read Online Free PDF

obituaries just over the ad for chicken at ninety
cents per pound. It bothered him all the same.
    Kimberly
reclined in her chair as she listened to the layman version of the
story, knowing full well she would have to look over the files
herself to draw her own professional opinion. Crossing her legs at
the knees, she tilted her chin pensively and Richard did all he could
not to stare at the exposed legs on display before him. His wife had
been a thin woman and it was a look he thought he enjoyed. Lately, he
had been feeling quite different.
    Kimberly’s
were solid. The knee fanned out into a smooth thigh and disappeared
under her skirt to meet her wide hips. He was looking directly ahead
and listening to her views on the situation, but his focus was not on
company business-it was all personal.
    She
had finished a while and was now glancing around at the bare walls
bored. Announcing that she should get to work and standing, abruptly
cutting his view short, she paused expecting him to escort her back
to the elevator at least. Instead, Richard simply leaned over and
shook her hand as he wished her a good day leaving Kimberly perplexed
by the sudden dismissal. Clicking the door closed after she swayed
though it, Richard exhaled and wiped his brow. As a gentleman, he
should have walked her out, but he could not. His smaller head was
talking and arguing with his brain to ask Kimberly out. Looking for
attention, it stood erect under his desk.

Chapter 3
    The
lawn was lit with tea lights and the stage was set for a smashing
party. The people smiled and made small talk with others that they
didn’t really care about. This was all these affairs were
about-pomp pageantry and status. Women were in attendance and this
troubled Richard immensely. He knew that the vultures would be out
for young, fresh meat and he happened to be the latest one to be left
bleeding and wounded from the battle of divorce. Willing to lick the
wounds of the injured, they dressed more scantily than pin up nurses
and their potential bedside manner was not inviting to Richard.
    Unlike
most of the people here who would never dream of arriving in nothing
less than a chauffeur driven limo, Richard chose to drive his Hummer.
A billionaire in a Hummer was not astonishing, but dressed in formal
dinner wear it was a sight. Unfortunately, he arrived just as a bevy
of anorexic beauties with breasts straight from the factory were
filing out of a stretch. A rugged vehicle driven by a single rich
bachelor stirred the heat of each woman there, drawn into the semi
bad boy image he exuded. The blood was in the water and the sharks
were on the trail.
    The
charity event was hosted yearly in aid of the private sector’s
environmental awareness campaign. As a leader in the manufacturing
industry who had successfully reduced his plant’s emissions by
eighty five percent, and had succeeded at becoming almost one hundred
percent paperless, Richard was expected to attend. His mother was
there, inside waiting for him and he was not looking forward to it.
Rejecting the family name after the divorce, Ms. Lena Charles was a
lady in every regard, but privately, a demon. Fearless and lethal,
she always got what she wanted- always.
    Heading
a committee for Tabletop that did nothing but occupy the wives of the
older board members, she would accept no less than a VIP invitation
to this event. Richard had no partner to bring so she was his plus
one.
    Dodging
the women whispering in his direction, he glanced back at the valet
driving away the Hummer, straightened his fitted black jacket he went
inside the stately building. The house was close to ancient and
chosen because if its history.
    It
was the home of legendary Bill Masters, the first corporate giant to
speak out about environmental concerns and offered his company as the
martyr for the concern of a better world. Dissecting it and then
reconstructing the mills he owned one at a time, Masters had survived
the almost total devaluation of his