Caught Up: With An Alpha Billionaire (A BWWM Romance) (A Love Like No Other Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

happened.
    “I’m going to walk you up to your apartment,” he stated, as if it wasn’t open for discussion.
    “You really don’t have to –“
    He cut me off. “Do you have an elevator?” He asked, looking dubiously at the turn-of-the-century Victorian building.
    “Er, no,” I said, and realization dawned.
    “How are you going to get into your apartment? You said you were on the third floor, right?”
    I mentally slapped my forehead. I hadn’t even thought of getting up to my apartment; I was so focused on getting away from Alex that I hadn’t considered anything further than getting out of the car.
    “Oh,” I said, defeated. “I could call my friend Trish, she lives about ten minutes north of here,” I said, weakly.
    Alex smiled wryly. “I’m here. I’ll help. I don’t mind,” he said, that warmth I’d glimpsed at our first meeting fleeting across his face.
    He didn’t strike me as someone who would be gentlemanly, so I was a little surprised at his insistence on helping. But, when it came down to it, I’d either have to call Trish, and sit outside for at least ten minutes waiting, have Alex help me, or crawl up three sets of somewhat rickety, definitely dirty stairs. The choice seemed clear.
    “Okay,” I said. “Thanks.”
    He slid out of the car, slammed the door, then came around to my side to help me out.
    He hauled me out of the sedan easily; his motions betrayed a strength I hadn’t suspected. He slung my arm around his shoulder and helped me hop-walk across the street, dodging traffic, until we reached the door of my building.
    He let me go, and I fished the key out of the inner pocket of my running shorts. I unlocked, and looked mournfully at the flight of stairs stretching up into what seemed like oblivion.

4. Opening Statements
     
    “Did you say…third floor?” He asked, incredulously.
    “Yeah, top floor. I was going for safety,” I explained lamely.
    We hobbled inside and the door pulled shut behind us. We both looked at the stairs with dread.
    “Fuck it,” he said, and grabbed me. He threw me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, and started up the steps.
    It took me a minute to regain my powers of speech.
    “Put me down!” I squealed, as he made his way up the first flight. “I can walk!”
    “No you can’t,” he said, sounded barely winded. God, if the paparazzi could see this. I’d have a hard time explaining that photo to Bender tomorrow.
    “Just shut up and let me carry you. It’ll be easier for both of us.” He had one arm locked around my upper thighs, and rested his other hand on my ass.
    I don’t think it was an accident that’s where his hand landed, either. And it certainly wasn’t an accident when I felt his fingers squeeze a little. I jerked, and he grunted.
    “Stop wiggling,” he said, some amusement in his voice, as he hit the landing to the second floor. His hand gripped my rear a little harder.
    Maybe he is just making sure he doesn’t drop me , I thought, though I didn’t believe it for a second.
    “One more,” he said, starting up the next flight. The lights flickered on the hallways as the automatic timer, always set for 7:00 p.m., kicked in.
    I jounced on his shoulder as he started struggling with the last few steps, his breath coming a little faster. The feel of his hand on my bottom made my own breath come a little quicker as well, and I couldn’t wait until I could bid him good riddance at the door to my apartment.
    We hit the third floor landing, and he finally set me down. There were only a few steps from the landing to my door, my apartment taking up the entire third floor. He held my elbow as we made it to the door, and I retrieved the apartment key from atop the doorjamb.
    “Okay, thanks for mortifying me,” I said, not meeting his gaze. I knew my cheeks were flushed from the familiarity he’d assumed, and the fact that he’d had to help me out when I’d been so vulnerable. I just wanted him to leave.
    “I haul you