Billionaire with Benefits by Anne Tenino

Author:Anne Tenino [Tenino, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Published: 2014-10-14T00:00:00+00:00

How dare he? It took Dalton long minutes of staring at his desk to form a coherent reaction, but really . . . how dare he? Tierney had behaved as if they barely knew each other. What the fuck was with that?

Tierney’d kissed him, not in a drunk-and-met-in-a-club way, but in a very this-could-become-a-relationship way. An intimate way. Emotional.

Except . . . did Tierney understand? Maybe it was like one of those hookups that seemed as if they had potential for more, but ended up going wrong once both parties had come.

Tierney may not have been drunk that morning he left, but he was the next thing to it—emotionally strung out and hungover.

He’d thought there was more to them. Convinced himself it could work in the future. Even the fact that Tierney had feelings for Ian hadn’t seemed insurmountable. Even Dalton’s misgivings about repeating his past mistakes hadn’t kept him from hoping Sam’s romance novel logic would hold true.

But he’d led himself astray before. It was possible he couldn’t be trusted to fall in love with anyone suitable.

I sound like one of Sam’s gothic heroines. And this isn’t falling in love.

I want a pizza. He’d brought a couple of Vietnamese salad rolls from home for lunch, but now he was sick at heart and feeling immature and craving a double-cheese pizza. Eating for solace. Ian’s office door opened while Dalton contemplated the merits of having bacon and chicken on his pizza.

“Hey,” Tierney said, coming to stand in front of Dalton. “That went better than it could’ve.” He smiled, lips curling up on one side, hands resting on Dalton’s desk. He’d lost that intent, face-tightening focus he’d had before he met with Ian—now he seemed tired but relieved. As if he’d dealt with the important shit, and now he could deal with the inconsequential things.

Dalton’s anger rushed back, like a wave, drowning out whatever the man was saying. How dare he? Anyone with half a brain would know Dalton’s expectations were realistic, regardless of whether they were gay or straight, and Tierney had fucking ignored him.

Well, that’s just not acceptable. I’ll show him how ignorable I am.

“—was thinking, later, we could like . . .”

Whatever. “Your shirt is kind of—” Dalton waved his finger in circles near his own neck, pretending to explain without actually explaining.

Tierney’s brows drew together. “Huh?” He stared at Dalton, then patted at his throat ineffectively.

“I’ll do it,” Dalton said, standing up and coming around the desk. The closer he got to Tierney, the wider Tierney’s eyes got, and the more frantically he fiddled with his collar. Dalton smiled, but it felt more like baring his teeth. Tierney started backing away.

“Just tell me; I can fix it,” he babbled.

“It’s okay,” Dalton said, holding his palms out nonthreateningly. He feinted to Tierney’s right side, then when Tierney moved to block him, he stepped around the man’s left, inches from Tierney’s back, breathing his scent in—which, yes, smelled like man, and something rich but not quite spicy that was totally unique to Tierney, something other than cologne.

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