The Long Hot Summer (Billionaire Season Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

teenager. Her mother had gone to work as governess for William and his brother shortly before Beth married and left home. Later Beth had worked part time for William, but then she was widowed early on without children to fill her days so she agreed to run his household full time. He had remodeled the carriage house on his property to her specifications and she was happy there in what she considered her cozy little jewel box in the middle of the old city.
    “We’re having dinner but I’m bringing her home and you can deal with her. Shit, what was my father thinking bringing a… beautiful… young… innocent … woman into our world for the summer? He’s losing his mind, you realize that, right? My father had better be prepared to take her off my hands tomorrow by God. Hawk, are you still there? Don’t move, don’t leave the house, I’m dumping her into your care in fifteen minutes.”
    “My, my, I don’t believe I’ve ever heard William Warfield the fourth sound quite so unhinged. Interesting to say the least. I’ll be waiting,” she said and he could her laughing steadily as she hung up the phone and he wondered, why do the women I trust the most find my predicaments so amusing ?

Chapter Three
     
    William took a cab to the edge of the warehouse district and walked the last few shadowy blocks to The Cathedral. A pair of drugged-out hol low-eyed thugs stepped out of a narrow alleyway and blocked his path, both of them shaking and with nervous grins.
    “Fuck off,” Wil liam growled, facing them with a menacing glare that transformed his handsome features.
    He reached into his jacket and the two men backed up and ran off down the reeking alley and William sighed and kept walking. He pulled a red keycard from his pocket and swiped it when he reached a heavily carved door and then he entered The Cathedral. Inside the air glowed with a reddish hue from hundreds of pink bulbs in dimly lit chandeliers and wall sconces. They hung in the many wood paneled rooms that radiated like the spokes of a wheel from the main salon. On the outside the building was a nondescript mid-nineteenth century shipping warehouse but inside it was something else entirely. Warfield shipping owned more than a dozen historic buildings scattered over several blocks near the river and Walden Warfield had claimed the largest and most imposing of the lot. Over the past year, with his sanity mostly intact, Walden had transformed a crumbling brick warehouse into a highly elite and decorously private club he called a ‘sexual sanctuary’.
    Abigail , the club’s Director, appeared as soon as William closed the heavy cypress door, and she offered him an inlaid silver box but William shook his head. She smiled and stepped through an ornate wrought iron gate, placed the silver box on a shelf lined in black suede and then she locked the gate and joined William in the grand entry hall. She took his hand and pressed her lips to his palm and then he followed her through a maze of narrow hallways to an antique brass cage-like elevator.
    Abigail was twenty-three years old, loyal and in love with Walden, and she was the only person he trusted to keep his secrets as well as the keys to the iron gate. For members to enter the salons within The Cathedral they first came under Abigail’s scrutiny. If she detected the slightest hint of drunkenness, an irritable attitude or an angry demeanor, they were told to return when they were in a more suitable frame of mind.
    She wore a short Grecian style dress sewn from the sheerest gauze-like fabric and on her small feet were pale pink ballet slippers that tied at the ankles with silk ribbons. Silken cords of the same pale pink crisscrossed and bound her small waste. Her bare little pussy was visible through the thin fabric and she smiled up at William and spoke quietly.
    “You don’t want your mask tonight or a red jacket?” she asked, her lilting creole accent was heavy and very beautiful William had always thought.