Loving the Secret Billionaire by Adriana Anders

Author:Adriana Anders
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Adriana Anders

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Veronica

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I was headed home from a fundraiser a week later when my phone buzzed in my pocket. The bus chose that moment to turn the corner, so I ignored the phone and ran. Or tottered, rather, since the height of my heels seemed to be in direct correlation with the amounts individuals donated. And tonight was a big money night. The biggest of the entire campaign, which meant four-inch stilettos and a dress so long I’d have to swing the skirt over my shoulder just to go up the steps. The fancier the digs, the bigger the donors, the higher the heels, and the farther the houses were from a bus stop, without fail.

I nodded at the driver, huffed to a seat by the rear exit and sank down with a sigh before pulling out my phone with excitement. It had to be Zach. He texted me every evening now, although I hadn’t seen him since that night. He’d invited me back for dinner, but my campaign team had organized one meet and greet after another and, considering that I was the candidate, popping out to see my—whatever he was—wasn’t exactly feasible.

And the texting was good. It was safe.

Things were heating up with Rylie, too. I mean, he still had signs in two-thirds of the city’s yards and businesses, but with the help of my extra teams of canvassers and a new wave of bigger donations—including one massive one from a company I’d never heard of, my name was getting out there.

I looked at my phone.

You’re famous.

What?

Today’s article. The journalist seems to like you.

Oh. O’Neal’s one of my best friends. It’s an Op-Ed.

Preschool Teacher Takes on Local Establishment. I like it. David against Goliath.

I smiled and tapped.

Nothing so sexy as that.

I beg to differ.

Those words had my face heating in the near-empty bus. What was it about him that got my pulse rocking so hard? We’d talked every day since that dinner, but there’d been no sexting or anything.

Where are you?

Headed home from a dinner.

On the bus?

Yeah

I knew he didn’t like that, but we’d had the argument where he’d try to order a car for me and that wasn’t something I’d let him do.

What are you wearing?

My breath left my body in a rush. Oh. So maybe we were going there. I glanced behind me at the three people sitting in the back. One guy stared out the window, a young woman looked asleep, and the third was an old woman, knitting.

A red dress I had to buy for this fancy party tonight.

What does it feel like?

And just like that, I was wet, remembering the way he’d explored me. I ran a hand down my thigh.

It’s that thick silk. A little rough and the fabric’s stiff. No idea what it’s called.

Dupioni?

How the hell do you know that?

Just looked it up.

I couldn’t get over how fast he worked on his phone or his watch or whatever. He did things with mind-boggling speed.

Wow.

When will I see you?

I huffed out another nervous breath.

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