Mask of Desire (Falling for the Billionaire #2) Read Online Free PDF

heart raced, and no
matter how much she wanted to doubt what Bradley had just said, she couldn’t
help but note that he was still holding her hands.  They were still
interlocked, holding each other.  His fingers still moving along her fingers. 
His palms, sweating. 
    He was nervous.
    “I promised I’d be settled by
thirty, didn’t I?” Bradley asked Carlello.
    “That you did, that you did. 
You’re pushing it, but good for you.  Hey, why don’t we go into my room, talk
more?”
    Carlello raised an eyebrow.
    “Of course,” Bradley said.
    “The women can wait for us while we
talk business.”  Carlello moved his stare to Becky.  “Drink all you want, my
love.  Eat all you want, with consideration, of course.  Enjoy the party, and
please, keep to the one rule… the mask stays on.”
    Carlello put his mask back on as
did Bradley.  Becky followed next and before she could speak again, Bradley
grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her in for a tight hug.  His lips were
at her ears again.
    “Stand here, and wait.  Don’t
move.  Don’t speak to another person.  You’re doing wonderful, dear Becky.  I
promise… your reward is going to be…”  Bradley’s tongue flicked her ear.  “… amazing …”
    With that, he released his hold,
spun, and was gone.
    As Becky watched Carlello put an
arm around Bradley’s back and pat him, she couldn’t help but wonder what was
actually at hand here.  No matter what it was, it certainly excited her.  Her
heart reminded her that with such excitement comes a climax, followed by pain,
but Becky ignored that.  She simply looked around the room, realizing just how
extravagant this party was.  If it were actually a party.  Becky didn’t need to
be rich or successful to know what the purpose of this party was.  People were
talking, dealing, sharing, backstabbing.  An excuse to gather the richest of
the rich together to swap secrets, tell tales, and perhaps handshake and ink
the next big deal or investment.
    The meeting , after all the
build up, the talk, the dress, the mask, and standing in the ballroom for what
felt like hours, came to an end less then thirty minutes after Bradley
disappeared with Carlello.  They came walking back, this time with Bradley
having his arm around Carlello.  Their masks were off and both men had smiles
on their faces.  Bradley had a much more satisfying smile than Carlello, who
looked forced into smiling.
    When they arrived back to the
table, Bradley hurried to grab for Becky’s hands.  He pulled her close again
and embraced her, not letting go.
    “It’s done,” he whispered. 
“Perfect, and done.”
    “What’s done?” Becky asked.
    “Soon.”
    He faced Carlello now and extended
his hand, shaking with Carlello. 
    Carlello put his hand to
Bradley’s.  “You’re a good man Bradley, and you’re going to make a great
husband.  Glad to see you settled.”
    Bradley put his hand on top of
Carlello’s.
    It looked like an old cartoon Becky
remembered where two characters would put their hands on a baseball bat and
keep going up and up until there was no more baseball bat left to grip.
    “I’m glad we’re settled,” Bradley
said.  “It’s about damn time.”
    Carlello laughed and his large
belly shook under his suit.
    They broke their handshake and
Carlello put a hand to his wife’s lower back.  She looked at him and stepped
closer.
    Nothing real and for that matter,
Carlello’s wife had stood with her mask on like a statue.  He obviously had
full command of the woman. 
    Becky had an image of herself being
like that.  Then again, if she were able to have Bradley and Bradley pleasured
her, she’d do anything.
    “I’m going to let you tend to the
other guests,” Bradley said.  “You have a busy night… and a busy week ahead.”
    “We both do,” Carlello said.
    “Sure thing.”
    The meeting ended there and Bradley
hurried Becky away.  They didn’t stop walking again until they left the
ballroom