Best Friends With the Billionaire (The Rochesters) Read Online Free PDF

Remember our nine thirty meeting with the wedding planner at her office tomorrow.” She sauntered off without waiting for a reply.
    Audrey wagged her finger. “We have a lot to go through, so don’t be late.”
    So neither of them was bothered much that she was moving out. Huh. She wasn’t surprised, but it still hurt.
    And Kirk? Would he be surprised when she showed up on his doorstep? She contemplated calling him first but then decided not to. When she’d initially refused his invitation, he’d practically started an argument over it, so she wasn’t going to let him have second thoughts. She had his address from the text message he’d sent her before she’d arrived home. She’d catch a cab to his place and see his reaction when he opened the door. Maybe he’d be overwhelmed with joy. Maybe he’d catch her in his arms and swing her round. Yeah right, and maybe she was too darn optimistic. But it was nice to dream.
    …
    Kirk prowled around his living room, too wound up to relax or do anything. He’d tried the TV, a book, some music, but nothing could ease the knots in his stomach. Several times he picked up his cell phone, ready to call Cassie, but at the last minute he’d changed his mind.
    Earlier, he’d texted his address to her, but now he really needed to talk to her…but didn’t know what he wanted to say. An unusual situation. When had he ever had trouble talking to Cassie? That was one of the things that had drawn him to her in the first place—that they could talk easily about anything without any undercurrents flowing between them.
    The student share house he’d lived in had been mostly occupied by guys. When a room had become available, Emilio, one of his housemates, had suggested Cassie would be a good fit. According to Emilio, Cassie was cool because she wasn’t a girly girl. She wouldn’t bitch about cleanliness, or hog the bathroom, or force them to watch The Bachelor . And then she’d shown up, six-foot tall with cropped, blue hair, a nose stud, and long legs clad in baggy jeans, looking all tough and rebellious but with the sweetest smile and a hint of shyness. She talked about sports, she drank beer, she played hockey like a demon. She was “one of the guys,” but a guy with a tender, feminine side, and that was how Kirk had treated her.
    Now, though he wasn’t quite sure how, he’d offended her during dinner tonight. He should apologize, but for what? Until he figured that out, he couldn’t call her. And until he called her, he couldn’t settle.
    He loped into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of mineral water from the fridge. He was about to open it when his doorbell rang. His heart did a quick jump. Was this Cassie? Who else could it be at eleven o’clock on a Sunday night?
    He abandoned the bottle of water, ran downstairs to the front door, and then wrenched it open.
    A woman in a trench coat and red stilettos posed on his porch. Her fire-engine-red lips spread into a wide smirk at his appearance.
    “Shawna?” Kirk groaned inwardly.
    “Hi, Kirk,” she purred. A bottle of champagne dangled from her red-tipped fingers. “Glad I caught you in.”
    “What are you doing here?” Irritation burst through him and he folded his arms across his chest.
    “I thought you could do with some company.” She angled forward, tossing back her hair, her voice artificially breathy.
    Some men might go for that pouty siren look, but not him. When it came to women, he preferred to do the chasing, and nothing about Shawna Parnell inclined him to chase.
    But he couldn’t cut her off cold like he’d normally do in this situation. She was only twenty-two and clearly immature. If he rejected her too harshly, she might go running to Daddy Parnell, telling him how nasty that Kirk Rochester was, and then he might as well kiss his deal good-bye. He couldn’t risk that.
    “It’s late, Shawna, and I’ve got a full day tomorrow.”
    Pouting, she loosened the belt of her trench coat, letting it