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

she needed a drink. The whiskey burned her throat and sent a tingling warmth through her limbs. The good stuff. How could it be anything else? “I…it’s not really an interesting story, Mr. Warren.”
    “Not to disagree, but I’m already fascinated. Indulge me, Sara. Why now? Why this week? What changed?”
    She studied him over the rim of her glass. He was more than curious. What did he care about one accountant on one floor he’d rarely set foot in? And what reason could she give him when there were so many? Today was the last straw, but she’d been dreaming about leaving for a while.
    “Nothing changed,” she answered instead. “It was time for a new challenge.”
    “A challenge? Interesting choice of words.” He licked his full lower lip and stepped closer, so close she could feel the heat coming off of his body. “You’re not going to admit it easily, are you?”
    She frowned at the way he’d worded that. “Admit what?”
    Dean Warren sent her a look so heated that Sara felt like she might have a stroke, then he left her, walking around her and toward the hallway. She turned to watch him walk away, admiring his long stride and the lean muscles flexing beneath his gray pants.
    He didn’t have a body that belonged in an office. Though his suits had obviously been tailored to perfection, she never thought they were right for him. It was a tragedy to button and tie that much man. She’d seen a picture of him in the tabloids once, taken at a hotel pool as he was getting out after a morning swim in nothing but a pair of short, wet swim trunks. She’d felt dirty and cheap and a little disloyal as an employee when she purchased it in the checkout line, but she couldn’t resist the impulse. She’d needed a longer look at those abs.
    He raised his voice so she could hear him from wherever he’d disappeared to and she jumped guiltily. “Let me get you a shirt to change into. After your shower, you’ll want to be comfortable.”
    Her shower? What? “Sir? I thought—”
    He reappeared, a white t-shirt bunched in one hand, his other loosening his tie. “That you were going to wash up, slip into this while your clothes were being cleaned and eat the early dinner I’ll be ordering for us to make up for the late lunch I wanted to skip anyway? I’m glad we’re on the same page.”
    So he wasn’t calling security and he wasn’t upset that she was quitting… He was inviting her to eat with him and telling her to take off her clothes?
    Maybe Terry Anne had knocked her unconscious and she was dreaming on her way to the hospital.
    He took the glass out of her hand, setting it down on the table before wrapping his fingers around her wrist—gently but firmly—and guiding her to the bathroom door. This was no dream. Electric sparks of awareness were traveling from his hand up her arm and spreading throughout her body. The man packed a punch.
    “Mr. Warren?”
    “Dean.” He pushed open a door in the hallway and handed her the shirt. “If I’m not your boss anymore, Sara, you can call me Dean.”
    She wasn’t sure she could.
    But her day had been horrible and now one of the hottest men she’d ever seen in real life was demanding she get naked…not in the way she would’ve liked him to, but it still counted as a highlight.
    “Thank you…Dean.”
    He placed his palm on her lower back, gently nudging her inside the room. “The towels are on the top shelf and I’ll be here if you need anything.”
    His words were completely innocent, but they made Sara’s thighs tremble anyway. She could think of a million things she needed from him. None of them acceptable for polite conversation.
    She stepped inside and he closed the door behind her with a silent groan. This was not how she’d expected the rest of her day to go. A long ride through afternoon traffic, her shirt sticky and clinging to her skin in a continuous reminder of the day’s events, was more what she’d had in mind. Instead, she was standing in