The Billionaire's Promise (BDSM Erotic Romance) (His Submissive, Part Eight) Read Online Free PDF

really entertaining. You could tell she loves being up there and adores her fans.”
    “Well, if we’re having Mia Kent confession time, I still put her ‘Songs for the Broken Hearted’ CD on when I want to hate the world and rock out.”
    Missy hummed a few bars, moving her head to the beat. “She had some great songs on that.” The doors retracted. “She’s so talented. I haven’t enjoyed the things I’ve read about her over the past year, but it’s like—“
    “Y ou can’t look away.” I finished for her sadly.
    “Wel l, I’m excited about working with her too,” she said, pulling open the door to the cafe, sending the warm aroma of coffee beans crashing into my senses.
    I could just stand in the door and inhale that scent all day. The sound of the card reader dinging reminded me that was gonna be the only way I’d get any caffeine since I’d forgotten my ID badge in my office. “I’m gonna run up to the office and get my badge.”
    “Coffee’s on me.”
    I shook my head slowly. “That’s nice--” Never ever thought I’d ascribe ‘nice’ to Missy Diaz. “--but I couldn’t ask you to do that.”
    “It’s just a cup of coffee, Leila.” she said dismissively, staring at the menu.
    “Don’t act like you haven’t been rude to me since the day we met,” I said feeling dormant anger stir in my gut. “Like we can gossip and chat and you can buy me coffee like we’re cool.”
    She glanced at me over her shoulder, dark eyes glittering like the Missy I knew and couldn’t stand. “I’m trying to let bygones be bygones.”
    “And I’m trying to tell you that I don’t know why you’re being nice to me, but I don’t really trust you. I’ll have coffee with you, sure. But I’ll buy it myself. I don’t want to owe you anything.”
    “Everything alright in here?”
    We pivoted toward the voice, even the barista. Jacob stepped into the room, buttoning the front of his jacket, zeroing in on Missy even though his question was a general one.
    Mi ssy let out a strangled chuckle, taking a step in my direction. “Leila and I were just having a cup of coffee.”
    She gave me a wide eyed ‘ right?’ but I remained quiet. The more I thought about her change of heart, the more I wondered if something else was going on.
    My silence was all Jacob needed for his voice to harden to stone. “I think it’s best if you leave.”
    The sugary sweet became pop rocks as she gave me a final glare and sauntered out of the room. Jacob walked to the counter where the young coffee slinger was frozen like a deer in headlights. He pulled a fifty out and stuffed it in the tip cup.
    “Take a break.”
    The kid sc urried out without another word, still wearing his apron. Jacob walked smoothly to the door and engaged the lock.
    I swallowed, figuring out this was less saving the damsel in distress and more forcing me to talk to him. “I’m pretty sure that’s a fire code violation.”
    “Nothing short of a fire will get you out of this room until I’m done with you.”
    So he was holding me hostage. Even though I stood my ground, stubbornly turning my back to him, my heart raced excitedly as I glazed over the variety of surfaces that begged for some tender, love, and sex.
    Damn it, I was still mad at him but I couldn’t stop my traitorous body from responding to his like we were made for each other. Drawing the same breath. Feeling the electricity when he turned me back to face him. Gazes molten with carnal need.
    “I missed you last night,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “I forgot how lonely the bed is without you.”
    I shrugged his hands off, regaining control and kicking the desire to the backseat. “Don’t do that.”
    “Do what?”
    “Try and be romantic and sweet after what you did.”
    He locked his jaw. “Rachel and I...that feels like a million years ago. She means nothing to me anymore.”
    I flicked my hair over my shoulder angrily. “Nothing to you ‘anymore’--so you’re