Billionaires Don't Like Nice Girls (A BWWM Romance) Read Online Free PDF

still, this guy sneaks around town in the middle of the night. Anything could happen.”
    Phae found herself affronted by the suggestion that she might be incompetent. “I don’t think so. He doesn’t get involved with rough stuff.”
    “You mean he hasn’t so far, which isn’t to say that he won’t at some point in the future.”
    “I don’t think he would.”
    “We’ll see eventually. By the way, I understand no one has ever gotten a good look at him?”
    “Nope. Never.”
    “Then how does everyone know Captain Nice Guy isn’t actually Captain Nice Girl?”
    Phae stiffened, then quickly shoved another plant into the loose soil.
     
     

Chapter 4
     
    “YOU GONNA EAT THAT, PHAE?”
    Phae pushed her plate toward Sylvie, who happily snatched up the remaining crinkly fries.
    “I’ve got to stop eating these big lunches,” Phae said while eyeing her half-eaten burger and fries. “It costs too much, and it’s too much food. I’m having a salad at home tomorrow, Sylvie, so don’t tempt me again.”
    “Nobody said you had to order the deluxe fat special, you know. Look at me. I’m eating a salad.” She ate a fry drenched in ketchup and swallowed quickly. “You don’t have to eat at home to eat healthy.”
    “I can’t order healthy food when I eat out. And I can’t leave food on my plate, either.” Phae grabbed another fry and began to munch.
    “Just because you paid for it, doesn’t mean you have to eat it. Practice some self-discipline. Put the fry down.”
    Phae shook her head.
    “The fry. Put it down.” She pointed her fork at Phae. “I don’t want to have to poke you.”
    “Don’t act righteous. I know you’re not trying to save me from the fries. You want all of them for yourself.”
    Sylvie grinned charmingly. “It can be both things at once, you know. They aren’t mutually exclusive.”
    “Okay, tough girl with the scary fork. You win. Take it with you when we leave. You can use it to keep me out of here tomorrow.”
    “Actually, I think you should come here every day. You need to get out more, be social, see people and be seen.”
    “I work in a beauty shop. All I do all day long is see people. And talk to people. And listen to people. And put up with people and—”
    “Okay, I didn’t mean people. I meant men. Men never come into the shop and when they do, it’s only to pick up their wives or girlfriends.”
    “Look around this place. How many people are in here? Maybe thirty? And yes, most of them are men, but if they’re not married, they’re related. Leave it alone and let me handle my own love life.”
    Sylvie shrugged and raised her hands in surrender. “Okay, already. Tomorrow we’ll eat salads at the shop. Hey, wait a minute. Who’s that?”
    Phae turned toward the door. Her heart stopped for a moment when she recognized Kent Holmes. He looked even more handsome than she remembered in a snug knit shirt and casual slacks.
    She reminded herself to act naturally. After the way she’d bolted from Miss Eugenia’s garden the other day, Kent must think her either foolish or shifty.
    Phae took a deep breath, smiled and waved.
    “Oh my God, you know him,” Sylvie said. “Does that mean you have dibs? He’s gorgeous. He’s coming over here. He’s hot.”
    “I know. Calm down. And anyway, you should be thinking about Dr. Alan.”
    “Doctor who? Oh, right. He’s not really a doctor, you know. He’s a chiropractor,” she hissed.
    “Shh. And I don’t have dibs. Well, maybe, I don’t know.” Phae took a sip of water.
    Kent strolled up in all his manly glory, impossibly tall in the cafe. “Hi, mind if I join you?” he asked in his wonderfully deep voice.
    Phae waved to a chair. “Please do.”
    The women avidly watched him sit down, imagining the motions of the muscles under his pants.
    “Where’s your ponytail?” he asked with a smile.
    “Sylvie took pity on me and did my hair today. Sylvie, this is Miss Eugenia’s puny, sickly nephew Kent Holmes. As