The Billionaire's Longshot: Betting on You Series: Book Three Read Online Free PDF

it looks—”
    Raising her hand to stop him, she said, “I know, horrible. You told me already.” He was right about one thing, she should sit. Making her way back to the couch, she leaned back, the ice resting on the growing lump. So not the way I envisioned tonight going.
    He sat next to her, took the ice from her hand, and said, “Let me.”
    Jill wanted to argue, but there was something soothing about him taking care of her. She closed her eyes and let him hold the ice.
    “I didn’t mean what I said earlier.”
    With her head still resting against the back of the couch, she opened her eyes to see him mere inches from her. God, he’s so handsome .
    “You could never look horrible.”
    Was it a bigger blow to the head than she thought? Am I hearing things?
    Ross removed the ice. He let his hand brush her cheek, and she held her breath. His hand stopped, and he stroked her bottom lip with his thumb, his eyes never leaving hers. Why is he looking at me like that? All doubt about his intentions vanished as his lips touched hers ever so quickly before he pulled away.
    It had been so brief she never even closed her eyes. She could barely consider it a kiss at all. Her mind was spinning, and not from the hit on the head. Ross was sending mixed signals, and she had no idea why. He had ignored all her calls and requests for contact. On the other hand he stroked her cheek as if she were precious. His kiss had been so tender. I’m so confused.
    “Another peace offering?” she asked, only half-joking.
    The only response was a devilish grin and a wink before he sat upright on the couch next to her. “Are you feeling up to discussing the fundraiser?”
    Oh yes, the fundraiser. How could she have forgotten the reason they were meeting? Maybe because he threw me off with flowers and a kiss? She didn’t have much experience with men, had absolutely none with men like him, but even she knew this was odd. “Let me get my laptop from the bedroom, and we can get started.”
    When she tried to get up he said, “I’ll get it. You sit.”
    Without giving her a chance to argue, he left her on the couch. It was a small apartment so finding her bedroom wasn’t difficult. However, locating the laptop was another issue. Her bed had clothes tossed all over it. Maybe she’s still unpacking. Since the laptop was nowhere to be seen, he figured it must be under the heap of clothes. I know I wanted to see what was under her clothes, but I really hoped they’d be the ones she was wearing. Shaking his head in disbelief, he began to sift through until he found the laptop lying below a satin leopard-print bra.
    He could imagine cupping and sucking on her perfect breasts. It took every ounce of self-control not to lay her back on that couch and taste every inch of her. There was something about her that was new and fresh, and he had every intention of finding out what that was.
    “Did you find it?” Jill asked from the other room.
    Putting the bra on top of the other clothes, he reluctantly picked up the laptop and returned to the living room. Why are we discussing business again? Even if she had a valid reason, he didn’t care. Whatever she had to update him on could have been handled in a five minute phone conversation. No he wasn’t here for business.
    She took the laptop from him and instantly started pulling up a bunch of files and rattling off all kinds of information. It didn’t matter what she wanted for this event—it was hers to decide—but he would humor her and sit through the presentation. That didn’t mean he was planning on listening to it.
    Even though he sat close beside her, he was only hearing every other word. He was close enough to inhale her scent, and it was more than enough to distract him. She wasn’t wearing the overpowering perfume he was accustomed to women wearing. This must be new on the market. Such a sweet, fresh scent couldn’t possibly come from a person naturally. What is it?
    At that moment she