Billionaire's Blackmail Bride: Billionaire Brothers Kent - Ridge's Story (The BAD BOY BILLIONAIRES Series) Read Online Free PDF Page B

stick to his own quarters. He might be a cad but she
could tell he was not the sort to invade someone else’s privacy. At least he
had that one good quality.
    In the bedroom she went straight to the chest of drawers and pulled
out her piece-de-resistance, a crimson G-string with black lace along the
waistband, a garment so tiny she had to wonder why they charged so much for such
a tiny scrap of cloth. Then she smiled to herself. It wasn’t the size, of
course, but the impact and with this bit of garment she planned to have the
maximum impact possible.
    She stepped into the G-string and pulled it up her legs and over her
buttocks, making sure the tiny bow settled right at the top of the valley
between the cheeks. Turning, she glanced back into the mirror. Perfect.
    Next, she went back to her stash of sexy secrets and pulled out a
diaphanous red teddy that left her shoulders and arms exposed. Dressing
carefully in the see-through lingerie, she made sure the neckline fell just
right, leaving much of her skin bare to the gaze. Not that her neckline was
what would hold Ridge’s attention. The sexy top was near-transparent, leaving
hardly anything to the imagination. If Ridge was like any other red-blooded man
his eyes would be glued to the curves of her breasts and the rose buds of her
nipples as they winked at him from behind their gauzy veil.
    Last, she slid her feet into high heeled sandals, transparent like
glass to give him a nice view of her painted toenails, and with a feathery red
puff on top of each, giving the footwear a naughty flair.
    Ready now, she glanced in the mirror again and smiled, satisfied
that she would have the effect she was aiming for. When he saw her Ridge Kent
was sure to stand at attention – in more ways than one.
    Biting her lips to keep from grinning, Lani opened her bathroom door
and peeked out. Good. Ridge was in the suite living room, lounging on the sofa,
a glass of wine in hand. There was another glass on the table in front of him,
like he’d been waiting for her to emerge from her room. He was sitting there,
staring off into space, and he looked lonely. Well, he wouldn’t be lonely for
long. Like it or not, he was about to be entertained by Lani Donatelli.
    When she stepped into the living room Ridge’s head jerked up, his
eyes widening instantly as he took in her garb. She saw him suck in his breath
and then he sat forward and rested his glass on the coffee table. His gaze
fixed on her, Ridge’s stare was unwavering but still he said nothing. Maybe
he’d been shocked into silence.
    Encouraged by his reaction, Lani’s lips curved in a smile and, doing
her best Marilyn Munroe impression, she pouted her lips then sauntered toward
the man who sat watching her, obviously stunned.
    She came to a halt just a few feet in front of him and, hand on her
right hip, she struck a provocative pose. And just to make things that much
sexier she glanced at the extra glass of wine and pointed with her ruby-red
lips. “Is that for me?”
    Ridge blinked. Then he cleared his throat. “Er, yes. It’s…for you.”
    “Thank you,” she purred and then, taking her own sweet time, she
sashayed her way around the table, making sure he had enough time to check her
out – the way the high heels elongated her legs, the peaks of her breasts
beneath the sheer fabric and the red bow adorning the top of her behind.
    When Ridge slid back in his chair, eyes glued to her
gossamer-covered torso, he swallowed. Hard. It was no secret she was having
just the kind of effect she was hoping for.
    And so she moved in for the kill. With a beguiling smile she slid onto
the seat beside him and reached for the glass of wine, not shielding her barely
covered body from his gaze. She’d never been a shy girl and she certainly
wasn’t going to be shy now, not tonight when she wanted to torture Ridge until
he begged for mercy.
    So he thought she would be the one to come knocking, begging for
sex? She bet, after the eyeful she’d