A Busty Bride for the Billionaire (Contemporary Erotic Romance) Read Free
Author: Vanessa Wilde
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I'm willing to take. That's the risk I'm going to take, no matter what it is you end up doing...”
She trailed off, and when a few seconds' silence had stretched out, looked up shyly from the spot near his feet she had been fixating on the whole time.
Will's mouth was slightly ajar, and his heavy-lidded eyes were stretched open as wide as she or anyone had ever seen them – which is to say, barely at all.
“...wow. I knew I hadn't made a mistake with you.” He shook his head, as if to clear it. “A girl like you... you're worth my weight in gold. Which, when I think about it, is barely enough to buy that café we met at, but hey, it's just a figure of speech.”
She had to look away as soon as he'd started saying nice things about her, staring at one of the terminals dotted around the room. She couldn't think of anything to say, having exhausted her resources of candidness and brutal honesty for the day, so he continued.
“Though... when you say you're happy to follow along with anything I end up doing...”
“Oh, um... within reason, I meant...”
“Hehe... naturally, naturally. Well then. I've been perusing your blog in my spare hours these past few days – oh come on, you're going to blush at that, after everything else? – and I'm sure you've overheard all kinds of assorted tidbits about my life over the years. If not, you can search for them online later. All in all, I'd say we've actually seen a lot of each other's inner workings and slightly dirty secrets, considering. That is... except for one thing.”
He came a few steps forward, and placed a hand on his desk.
“If we're going to be getting married, I'll have to see a whole lot more of you than I'm seeing right now.”
“What... what do you mean?”
“What I mean, in so many words, is: take off your clothes. ...Why the shocked look? I'll have to inspect to see if any future wife will have the goods to bear my heirs, surely. Wouldn't you say that's a reasonable thing to want to know about such a... lifelong investment?”
There was a little fire starting to burn in Kim. At first she thought it might be embarrassment, or indignation, or even disgust. But before long, she realized it wasn't any of those things.
Rather, it was like that time she'd gone on the wrong slope on her first ski trip. That moment of queasy, heady vertigo, when you've just looked down and noticed this is much steeper than what you had bargained for, but at the same moment realized you've slid past the edge at the top. Realized that, no matter how much you might want to, you can't go back now – that you're going to keep on going until you reach the end of the slope and the comfort of the ski lodge... or until you fall flat on your face.
It was that moment of adrenaline rush, of perfect freedom, knowing that you had made your choice, and couldn't... no, wouldn't go back on it now.
Without a word, she started shedding her clothes, bringing the shadow of surprise out on even Will Locklear's impassive face.
She did so in nervous, awkward motions – fumbling with buttons, and getting sleeves stuck on unresponsive wrists and ankles. Nevertheless, it wasn't long before it all started coming off: cardigan, blouse, shoes, stockings, skirt... leaving nothing but a matching pair of bra and panties.
With a sick jolt of relief, she thanked heaven she hadn't worn her usual plain, white, old-lady underwear. Not that this was miles and miles better or anything. There was no lace, no sheer linen or racy holes cut out in interesting places. Kim wasn't the kind of girl that spent too much time browsing that section of the Amazon store... and besides, it was almost impossible to find fancy underwear for... her size.
Still. At least it was red. She felt sexy wearing red. She hadn't thought in a million years that anyone else would be seeing them... but today, she had wanted to feel sexy.
And, stripped down to
She trailed off, and when a few seconds' silence had stretched out, looked up shyly from the spot near his feet she had been fixating on the whole time.
Will's mouth was slightly ajar, and his heavy-lidded eyes were stretched open as wide as she or anyone had ever seen them – which is to say, barely at all.
“...wow. I knew I hadn't made a mistake with you.” He shook his head, as if to clear it. “A girl like you... you're worth my weight in gold. Which, when I think about it, is barely enough to buy that café we met at, but hey, it's just a figure of speech.”
She had to look away as soon as he'd started saying nice things about her, staring at one of the terminals dotted around the room. She couldn't think of anything to say, having exhausted her resources of candidness and brutal honesty for the day, so he continued.
“Though... when you say you're happy to follow along with anything I end up doing...”
“Oh, um... within reason, I meant...”
“Hehe... naturally, naturally. Well then. I've been perusing your blog in my spare hours these past few days – oh come on, you're going to blush at that, after everything else? – and I'm sure you've overheard all kinds of assorted tidbits about my life over the years. If not, you can search for them online later. All in all, I'd say we've actually seen a lot of each other's inner workings and slightly dirty secrets, considering. That is... except for one thing.”
He came a few steps forward, and placed a hand on his desk.
“If we're going to be getting married, I'll have to see a whole lot more of you than I'm seeing right now.”
“What... what do you mean?”
“What I mean, in so many words, is: take off your clothes. ...Why the shocked look? I'll have to inspect to see if any future wife will have the goods to bear my heirs, surely. Wouldn't you say that's a reasonable thing to want to know about such a... lifelong investment?”
There was a little fire starting to burn in Kim. At first she thought it might be embarrassment, or indignation, or even disgust. But before long, she realized it wasn't any of those things.
Rather, it was like that time she'd gone on the wrong slope on her first ski trip. That moment of queasy, heady vertigo, when you've just looked down and noticed this is much steeper than what you had bargained for, but at the same moment realized you've slid past the edge at the top. Realized that, no matter how much you might want to, you can't go back now – that you're going to keep on going until you reach the end of the slope and the comfort of the ski lodge... or until you fall flat on your face.
It was that moment of adrenaline rush, of perfect freedom, knowing that you had made your choice, and couldn't... no, wouldn't go back on it now.
Without a word, she started shedding her clothes, bringing the shadow of surprise out on even Will Locklear's impassive face.
She did so in nervous, awkward motions – fumbling with buttons, and getting sleeves stuck on unresponsive wrists and ankles. Nevertheless, it wasn't long before it all started coming off: cardigan, blouse, shoes, stockings, skirt... leaving nothing but a matching pair of bra and panties.
With a sick jolt of relief, she thanked heaven she hadn't worn her usual plain, white, old-lady underwear. Not that this was miles and miles better or anything. There was no lace, no sheer linen or racy holes cut out in interesting places. Kim wasn't the kind of girl that spent too much time browsing that section of the Amazon store... and besides, it was almost impossible to find fancy underwear for... her size.
Still. At least it was red. She felt sexy wearing red. She hadn't thought in a million years that anyone else would be seeing them... but today, she had wanted to feel sexy.
And, stripped down to
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