The Billionaire's Secretive Enchantress (The Berutelli Escape) Read Online Free PDF Page B

happening.  Drake Harrison was here?  He was here!  No!  He couldn’t be here!  The two of them were never supposed to meet.  Her excitement quickly diminished, swallowed up by the fear that he might recognize her.  And if he connected her with her father, what might he do?  How would he react?
    She’d thought about this man for so long, she hadn’t ever imagined actually meeting him.  And she couldn’t imagine what he would do if he realized who she was, who her father was. 
    And then something completely different hit her.  She looked at the man she’d known six years ago for less than a month, a month in which he had been completely incapacitated.  There was something about the way he was looking at her, something that made her feel…vulnerable?   Why was he looking at her like that?  It was almost as if he considered her to be his next meal. 
    An instant tug of awareness struck her but she brutally suppressed the sensation.  She couldn’t permit herself to think like that, to have feelings for the man.  At least not…those…feelings.  No, Drake Harrison was definitely off limits in all ways – and being drawn to him was an absolute no no.
    Todd had stopped speaking and the stranger was waiting to shake her hand. 
    Realizing that the man was waiting for a response, she sputtered out a greeting as quickly as possible.  “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she lied, extending her hand.  Well, it wasn’t a complete lie.  She was thrilled that he was so healthy and vital, so…okay, so no other word for it, the man was hot! 
    But he wasn’t supposed to be here!  Why was he here?  He’s supposed to be in Chicago!
    Drake looked at her soft, elegant hand and took it in his larger one, swallowing up her pale hand and feeling the shock as he looked into her pretty, blue eyes.  He felt her start to tremble and every instinct inside of him wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her, tell her that everything was going to be okay and she didn’t need to be frightened of him. 
    There was something about this woman that struck him deeply.  Something that told him that she was going to be his, no matter what it took to convince her.  Even the possibility that he would need to convince any woman was a foreign concept to him.  Women tended to be embarrassingly obvious , sometimes obnoxiously aggressive, in their interest. 
    So why was this woman trying to pull her hand away from his?  He could see that she was interested, felt her pulse with his fingertips as he shook her hand.  He wanted to pull her close, ask her questions, find out what made her tick.  But it seemed that all she wanted to do was run away and hide.
    No, he almost chuckled out loud.  That wasn’t the way this was going to go down.  He looked at her stunning features, keeping his eyes on hers as he planned out his seduction.  He instantly knew that he wanted this woman.  He wanted her badly.  Why she was pulling away, he didn’t understand, but very soon, he would know all her secrets.  In fact, he planned to be one of them!
    Sierra glared at the man, her excitement at seeing him so healthy fading as her awareness of him as a man, a very large, very muscular and, apparently, very arrogant man increased and scared her.  Why wouldn’t he release her hand?  Why was he drawing this out?  Couldn’t he understand that she wanted space?  She hated arrogant men. 
    Didn’t she? 
    So why was her stomach fluttering?  Why was she having a hard time catching her breath?  It definitely wasn’t because this man’s touch was firing her blood. 
    Actually, she’d never been around arrogant men.  Most of the men she ran into were soft and flabby.  They would never impose on her personal space if she sent the right signals.  And she was definitely sending the “stay away” signals to Mr. Harrison, so why wasn’t he backing up?  Why wasn’t he giving her the breathing room she needed?  She felt flustered,