A Billionaire Between the Sheets Read Free Page A

see Grayson standing in front of the closed bathroom door, his hand twitching as if he were sketching Olivia. “Jesus.” He walked into the hallway and grabbed his brother by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into the bedroom before closing the door. “There is no way prissy Miss Olivia Harrington trekked from California just for a visit. Especially after the way she treated us the first time we met. And we’re not her cousins. Her gold-digging mother just happened to marry our filthy-rich asshole of an uncle.”
    “I don’t remember being treated that badly.” Nash stretched out on the bed and tucked a pillow behind his head. “If Donny John had shown up at my California mansion begging for money with his three urchin sons in tow, I would’ve called the cops too.”
    Deacon pointed a finger at him. “Get your dirty boots off my bed.” After Nash rolled his eyes and complied, Deacon pulled open the top dresser drawer and took a clean pair of boxers from the neatly folded stack. “No, instead good-hearted Uncle Michael took pity on his poor hillbilly relatives and invited us to stay the night before kicking us out the following morning.”
    “Only after you molested his stepdaughter.” Grayson finally pulled his head out of the clouds and entered the conversation.
    Deacon slammed the drawer. “I did not molest Olivia!”
    Grayson raised his hands. “I believe you, Deke. But you have to admit that the evidence was pretty damning.”
    “Damning evidence seems to be the bane of the Beaumont brothers,” Nash said dryly. And if anyone knew about damning evidence, it was Nash. He had spent months in jail after being falsely accused of a crime.
    Olivia hadn’t accused Deacon, but she hadn’t spoken up for him either. She had just stood on the balcony like a spoiled Juliet and watched as the neighborhood security officers escorted him and his family off the property. Now she wanted to offer him and his brothers some kind of proposition. Well, as far as he was concerned, she’d had her chance to talk.
    “One of you can take her back to town.” He pulled on the boxers. “I need to head out to the work site.”
    “What work site?” Nash asked. “I thought you couldn’t break ground until you reeled in a new investor. Did you find one?”
    Deacon had. Unfortunately, the one investor he had on the line was the one he didn’t want to reel in. Francesca Devereux had made it very clear what she wanted from the deal. And it wasn’t a return on her investment. She wanted a cougar cub—a man she could parade around her social events like her froufrou pet poodle. Deacon had never been pet material. But he wasn’t the type of guy to give up either. The project had taken him years to pull together, and he was convinced the lakeside condos would make money. If he had to prove it by becoming some rich woman’s arm candy, then so be it.
    He pulled open another drawer. “Speaking of catching, you need to catch a job, Nash—instead of living here for free.”
    “Free? I cook all the meals, and I believe Grandpa willed this house to all of us. Besides, I’m working on an idea that could make us filthy rich.”
    “Is that what you’ve been doing on your laptop? And here I thought you’d been playing games.”
    Nash grinned. “Maybe a few. But I’m telling you, big brother, that apps are the wave of the future. And I have this idea for a great app that will work in conjunction with all the new electronic sensors they have out. With just a tap of your phone, you can dim your lights, turn on music, and start up your gas logs.”
    “Dim your lights, turn on music, and start a fire? Are we talking business or seduction, Nash?”
    Nash laughed. “Why can’t we talk both? And I don’t need an app to seduce women, Deke.”
    It was the truth. Nash didn’t need anything to seduce women. There was something in his DNA that made women do things they would never do with another man.
    “And when will this app be ready