Blackmailing the Billionaire: The Complete Series by Tasha Fawkes

Author:Tasha Fawkes [Fawkes, Tasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Safira Press LLC
Published: 2018-12-29T05:00:00+00:00

We head out to a bar just around the corner from the stadium and have a few drinks—along with everyone else in the stadium, it seems. My plan was for us to get to know one another a little more, but it’s late, and being a Friday night, post-game, there are a lot of people around. We somehow manage to score ourselves a table in the middle of the bar, but I struggle to hear anything she’s saying. She shakes her head helplessly after repeating herself for the third time.

“Want to go down to that coffee shop we passed?” I yell at her.

She shakes her head again, not hearing me. I pull out my phone and text her. She reads it and nods, looking relieved. I take her hand and lead her outside.

We walk the short distance down the block and into the coffee shop. It’s busy, but nothing compared to what the bar was like. I order us a coffee each while she gets us a table. I watch while I wait, my back leaning against the counter. She gazes out the window, watching the crowds of people walking past. I love watching her expressions, because she’s so natural and open. It’s been a great night, and I’m looking forward to it continuing.

I place our drinks on the table and then slide into the booth. I sigh, because it’s nice just being able to hear myself think. I’ve always hated bars and crowded places, which would surprise a lot of people, given my reputation. The difference is, whenever I was out drinking or getting into mischief, I was usually too off my face to care.

“You want to know a secret?” she asks, her eyes glowing.

“Sure,” I grin.

“I had to Google to find out what the Celtics were,” she says with a giggle.

“That’s not something to be proud of,” I tease. “How could you not know who they are? You live in Boston!”

“I’ve heard of them, I just wasn’t sure if they played football or baseball or what,” she says defensively. “I mean, who watches basketball anyway?”

I shake my head in mock disgust and laugh.

“I can’t even respond to that,” I smirk.

Just like most of my emotions today have been real, I’m finding that I’m really enjoying myself. The more I get to know her, the more I like. She’s funny, she says what she thinks, and she’s an amazing kisser. If I was interested in a long-term girlfriend, she’d be perfect. But I’m not… am I?

“What was the last book you read?” she asks suddenly.

“The last book I read,” I muse. I make a face, sure my next statement isn’t going to go down too well. “Total honesty? I don't think I’ve read a book since college.”

Her eyes widen. She claps her hand over her mouth to hide her smile, a chuckle escaping her lips.

“That’s sickening. I read nearly a book a night.”

“Why doesn’t that that surprise me?” I smirk at her.

She leans across the table and playfully hits me on the arm.

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