The Alpha Men's Secret Club 3: Fallout: A Scorchingly Hot BBW Shifter Romance Read Online Free PDF Page B

tell anyone outside their family what I know of them.”
    “Of course. I’m sorry for asking.”
    “It’s OK.”
    They finally rolled in front of the Four Seasons, and Kate was transported into another five-star paroxysm of luxury. She was shown to a suite. A suite! (Swoon.)
    W hen the bellboy led her up to it and opened the door for her, there was a bottle of champagne in ice and a huge bunch of flowers waiting for her. Together with a note.
     
    DARLING KATE,
     
    I WON’T BE ABLE TO JOIN YOU TONIGHT. I HAVE TO SETTLE A FEW THINGS WITH MY PARENTS. ORDER ANYTHING YOU LIKE AND CHARGE IT TO THE TAB. THEN GET SOME REST. A CAR WILL BE AROUND AT TEN A.M FOR YOU TOMORROW. I’LL MEET YOU FOR BRUNCH.
     
    Disappointment floored her. So he was staying with his parents after all. Or someone else. Her heart prickled, and she knew that it was irrational of her to be jealous for no reason at all at a time like this.
    “Everything all right, Miss?” the bellboy said.
    What? Oh right, he was waiting for his tip. She hastily rifled in her purse for some change. How much did someone tip a bellboy in a place like this? She didn’t have much on her, and so she settled for a five.
    “Thank you,” the bellboy said graciously.
    “Was this suite used last night? By a tall, dark and handsome man?” She realized she was delving into cliché.
    “I was off last night and so I wouldn’t know, Miss. Enjoy the flowers and champagne and call if you need anything.”
    He doffed his cap and shut the door behind him.
    It was all she could do but enjoy the suite then.
    Alone.
    There was a lounge and little bar outside, and a doorway which opened to a large bedroom done in hues of orange and lavender. Kate threw open the closet. To her delight, there were several items in there, including their labels on the plastic sheaths and the accompanying lingerie and accessories.
    FRIDAY NIGHT.
    SATURDAY MORNING.
    SATURDAY NIGHT.
    SUNDAY MORNING.
    She wondered if Rust selected her wardrobe himsel f or if he had a personal shopper do it for him.
    She picked up the one labeled FRIDAY NIGHT. Inside was a lovely green silk nightgown which was lustrous to the touch. A pity he wouldn’t be seeing her in it.
    She fell asleep alone in her king-sized luxurious bed with the eight-hundred per square inch thread count bed sheets, dreaming of Rust and wondering if he dreamt about her too.

10
     
    It just took an amount of Googling, which Carlo was extremely good at. Additionally, he now had a co-conspirator.
    Fiona Montgomery got up from his bed, naked and with her hair tousled. So he had caved in and finally slept with her. Partners in crime made great partners in bed, but he certainly wasn’t going to tell her that. Fiona was someone you had to keep on her toes or she would run riot over you.
    H e certainly wasn’t going to tell her that he fantasized he was fucking Kate Penney in her place either. Some things were best left quiet from the unpredictable likes of Fiona.
    Fiona slid her sharp nails across his well-formed chest.
    “What are you looking for?”
    He couldn’t tell her about the shifters, of course. But he had heard rumblings about the O’Brien family in New York. About how Rust’s father had given up his private practice to work in Bellevue, and how he had once been investigated for the strange goings-on in there.
    Carlo had extremely sharp ears in his job as a glorified ‘waiter with extras’, and he had picked up a lot of things in the ALPHA MEN’S CLUB. All these things were kept under wraps within the shifter community, of course. No one wanted to call attention to their circle.
    But Carlo was not thinking rationally anymore. His quest for revenge was distorting his judgment and everything he knew to be right.
    Who said you needed to be a billionaire to make things happen?
    He said to Fiona, “Rust O’Brien has gone back to New York.”
    “H e forced you out of a job. I heard that little tramp went with him.”
    Carlo bridled at the word