The CEO's Fantasy (The Billionaire Bachelors Series) Read Online Free PDF Page A

baritone, but if it was crowded, she’d move closer to him than she would ever dare if they were alone. How many times had she leaned in and breathed in that clean scent that reminded her of the forest and sex and him?
    And sex with him in the forest…or anywhere he wanted.
    God, she was a stalker in the making. She needed to rein in her imagination and inappropriately overactive libido.
    “Ms. Charles?” His voice was low, deep, soothing and sexual at the same time. Concerned. “Can you open your eyes? Are you hurt?”
    She opened her eyes, embarrassment tightening her throat. She could open her eyes—she’d just been hoping she wouldn’t have to. “I’m not hurt, sir, I was just saying a few last words over the box. I’m not sure he’ll ever recover, but I hear he was old and lived a full life.”
    He laughed and she found herself riveted to his sparkling hazel eyes. She hadn’t realized there were so many flecks of gold mixed in with the brown and green. Or that his laugh would make her think of sex again.
    Big surprise.
    His gaze lowered to her lips. “Do you need any help?”
    Mrs. Grandholm made a noise of frustration. “Of course she needs help, Dean Warren. She’s on the floor covered in dirt and…what are you covered in, dear?”
    “Raspberry soda, Mrs. Grandholm,” she mumbled, wishing she could disappear. “And shame,” she added in a whisper to herself.
    Mr. Warren laughed softly again as he grabbed a handful of dirt and one of her fuzzy slippers. He’d heard her. “Will you tell us what happened or should we guess?”
    The phone rang at the secretary’s desk and Mrs. Grandholm turned and headed away from them to answer it. Sara bit her lip. “I made the wrong turn in the elevator. I was trying to get to the parking garage. Now Mindy will hate me for leaving dirt all over her perfect floor.”
    “Mindy?”
    “Mindy is the reason your lobby, bathrooms and elevators are always so shiny. And don’t try bribing her with chocolate. She’ll never tell you her secret.”
    He nodded absently, staring at her postcards. “So you’re leaving early then? Big plans for the weekend?”
    She couldn’t help but notice that his some of his hair had fallen onto his forehead, making him look younger. Touchable. The golden strands seemed so soft, she wanted to reach up and brush them back. To tangle her fingers in it and pull him closer.
    Instead she forced out a chuckle. “No, sir. My only plan is to run into as few people as possible until I can strip naked and shower. I think I have raspberry soda in my cleavage.”
    She probably could have worded that differently, she thought when she saw his jaw tighten. He didn’t want to hear about her cleavage. “As Mrs. Grandholm pointed out, I’m a mess.”
    “ What about clowns?” The secretary raised her voice and Sara flinched. “Well have security escort her out.” She paused. “The building isn’t that big. Find her. She’s an accountant not a child, and these things simply do not happen at Warren Industries. Not on my watch.”
    Security? Find her? Shit. “Mr. Warren, I appreciate your help, but if you could just wait for the next elevator…I really need to get to my car.”
    Bossy McHotpants, who’d been listening to his secretary as well, turned his head to snare her gaze. “What exactly did you do today, Ms. Charles?”
    She sent him a pleading look. “Nothing illegal, I swear. I just…I quit.”
    “You quit?” He stared at her for what felt like an eternity. “Mrs. Grandholm?” he spoke without taking his eyes off Sara. “I’m going up and I don’t wish to be disturbed for the rest of the afternoon.”
    His secretary covered the phone with her hand and nodded distractedly. “Of course, Mr. Warren.” Then her voice hardened when she returned to her call. “Young man, you do not want me to come down there. I’m old, my feet hurt and I can’t promise not to send you packing as well.”
    Sara watched as the man she’d just