The Billionaire's Beautiful Mistake (Bold Alaskan Men Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

the last two were seasonal and generally not as profitable. 
    Creek was distracted when she stuffed her hands into the back pockets of her jeans.  Was she trying to bring his attention to her adorable bottom?  Looking into her eyes, he dismissed the idea as ridiculous.  She was fresh and glorious, but not conniving.  He also suspected that he was way too cynical for her, but he wasn’t leaving.  He’d tried to stay away and failed.  Now he had a plan. 
    “There are so many local craftspeople in the area.  It was just a matter of convincing them to give me their products as consignment merchandise.  It turned into a win-win proposition.  They made more money than the other tourist traps were willing to pay them and I encouraged them to move away from the kitschy wooden salmon and bears.  We now have a good selection of one-of-a-kind items that sell pretty well.”
    Creek looked around again and nodded.  Her merchandise was quirky and interesting, exactly the kind of thing all of the expensive decorators were looking for to fill the affluent homes across the country.  “Looks like you’ve done a good job of building up your business while retaining the essence of Alaska.  I’m impressed.” 
    “Thank you,” she murmured, and there was that adorable blush again. 
    Turning away from the workers that seemed to be laughing and joking with each other while they wrapped box after box, he looked down into her pretty blue eyes.  “Have dinner with me tonight,” he commanded, watching her carefully.  If she wasn’t interested, he’d walk away and get her out of his mind.  But if there was even the smallest possibility…
    Her fingers moved from her back pockets to her front pockets, then back again nervously.  “Dinner?”
    Bingo, he thought.  She felt it too.  She wanted him, but was probably too nervous to admit it.  He’d take it slowly, ease her into a relationship.  He wasn’t here for the long haul, but there was no reason they couldn’t have a steamy affair, warm up the cold, winter months a bit, and enjoy each other’s company. 
    He smiled slightly when her fingers slipped into her belt loops.  The pockets must not be working well enough for her, he thought with amusement.  “It’s the last meal of the day,” he teased.  “Usually has meat, a salad.  A good bottle of wine.”
    Violet laughed and looked down at her shoes again.  “It sounds lovely,” she told him, then lifted her head, smiling up at him.  “I’d love it.” 
    “Tonight?  Seven o’clock?”
    She nodded her head.  “Where should I meet you?”
    He tried to hide his surprise at that question.  “I’ll pick you up,” he told her, angry for some reason that her previous dates obviously hadn’t treated her with the respect she deserved.  A lady should be picked up at her door, damn it!  No way was she going to drive to whatever restaurant and meet him there.  Hell no!
    “Seven o’clock,” she repeated, nodding her head. 
    “I’ll see you then,” he told her, and touched her arm lightly.  He wanted to bend down and kiss her, feel her soft lips and taste her honey, but he suspected that would be moving too fast.  But he had to touch her, even briefly.  He needed some contact with this woman.  The light touch on her arm, and then he pulled back, was all he would allow himself. 
    For now. 
    He walked out of the shop, picked up his motorcycle helmet and leather gloves, put both on and then threw his leg over the bike.  With one last look inside the shop, he nodded to her before he flipped the visor down on his helmet.  With a swift kick to the starter, he sped off down the street, eagerly anticipating a night with a beautiful woman. 
    Thirty minutes later, he walked into The Rotten Apple, unaware of the way the other two men were watching him curiously. 
    “What’s up with you?” Tucker asked as he leaned back in the wooden chair. 
    Saeger Rollins smirked.  “He found a new