Billionaire Season 3: Summer Ablaze (Billionaire Season Trilogy) Read Online Free PDF Page A

said as they crossed the hotel lobby to the Havana Restaurant where William waited impatiently . The professor’s arm wrapped protectively around Allie’s shoulders and his gaze was fixed on William and it was heavy with the burden of having lived for more than two decades with a wife who loved William’s father with an intensity she’d never felt for him.
    “I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” Allie mumbled, her voice was little more than a raspy whisper the closer she got to William. He was like a magnet dragging her into his sphere, her body responding to the nearness of his him, the waves of heat that carried his clean, spicy smell into her brain, tripping a chain of synapses that pulsed with the assurance— He is mine and I am his .
    William held two fingers to his lips and tried not to smile, the effect he was having on Allie was obvious and it made him want to pull her against him right then and there and show her just how right she was— He had been an impulsive fool to think he could bury his feelings for her, it was pretty much the only thing in the world he couldn’t manage to do.
    They followed the maitre’d to a table overlooking the Gulf and William held out a chair for Allie which caused her to move to the opposite side and take a seat. Assorted members of the restaurant staff lingered at the edges of the dining room whispering invented theories as to why the handsome young billionaire had commandeered the entire hotel for himself, an older man, and a stunningly beautiful girl.
    “Evening! Drinks, anyone?” A waiter who looked and sounded more like a surf instructor asked, his smile bright as he stared a hole through Allie. “A martini or champagne? But dude, I mean miss… sorry, I’ll have to check your ID.”
    Allie rolled her eyes, fished her driver’s license out of her purse, handed it to the handsome young man and his face fairly glowed. “Dude, California, seriously? Me too, whoa, we’re practically neighbors, I’m from El Cerrito.”
    “I love El Cerrito, I hike in the hills there all the time,” Allie flashed her most luminescent smile.
    William cleared his throat loudly and demanded a bottle of Dom Perignon and a different waiter.
    “Neanderthal,” Allie hissed giving him her best I’m-so-unaffected-by-you face while twisting her lustrous hair into loose bun and then letting it fall around her nearly bare shoulders. She wore a silky slip dress with the thinnest spaghetti straps, it was delft-blue and sheer and she held a small, lacy sweater on her lap.
    “The Neanderthal thinks you should put your sweater on, it’s rather cold in here,” William said and he stood up suddenly and was behind her guiding her thin sun-kissed arms into the sweater.
    She knew she should protest and say “ See, you are a nothing but a domineering control freak who screwed up my summer—not to mention my life—and is used to having his own way! ” But there was something different about the way he looked at her tonight. It was as if he might have done some serious soul searching while they were apart, maybe he had examined his heart the same way she had and found that they were not only about heat and sex and attraction. She got the distinct feeling he wasn’t just being possessive and caveman-ish, maybe he’d found that he couldn’t love anyone else.
    “Christ, Warfield, what is this? You love my daughter and then you don’t and now you show up acting like a jealous husband? Let’s get this out on the table right now,” Allie’s father said in his firm, don’t-talk-back-to-the-teacher voice. “I will not stand by and watch you hurt Allie the way your father hurt my wife. Your father was unbalanced from the time I first met him and from what I’ve heard he’s not fairing any better these days. Sorry about his heart attack, there’s certainly no love lost between us but I don’t wish him any ill-will. But back to the point, Alaina is much too young for you and I fear you’ve not