Change of Passion (Falling for the Billionaire #1) Read Free

about being one of the characters on a
television show.  Promise herself that someday things would change…
    Things had changed.
    Becky stared at one of those
changes.  The open door to the car. 
    She sighed and felt a wild gush all
over herself.  Her heart still raced.  Her breasts were aching for Bradley’s
touch.  She thought about the size of his hand and how well her breasts would
fit into his hands.  Between her legs, she could only desire and lust for him,
for this.
    He was a billionaire.  A
billionaire CEO of his own company, all before the age of thirty.  A man with a
wicked reputation, yet had skeletons behind his eyes, and Becky had seen it
firsthand. 
    A man who hid pain and face it,
Becky thought it was hot.
    A man that sexy hiding some kind of
skeletons was just so desirable.
    She finally pushed herself up to
her feet and walked out of the elevator.  Her surroundings and senses were much
different now from when she walked into the elevator.  She felt like that last
bit of her innocence had been finally stripped away but something else had
taken its place.  Some bigger, something better.
    As Becky got into the backseat of
the car, she first inhaled the smell.  At first, it was the overwhelming smell
of gasoline and exhaust fumes mixing with the overall musty and damp smell.  Then
it was replaced with the smell of the car.
    It reeked of Bradley.
    This was his car, perhaps the only
car he used in the city.
    Not some one day rental.
    She sat on the leather backseat and
saw that a glass partition had been installed, fully tinted, making it So the
driver couldn’t see.  The backseat wasn’t exactly roomy but it was stocked with
technology.  A laptop station, a flat screen television, even a mini bar.
    Becky put her fingers to the
leather seat and started to calm herself.  She wanted to appear cool and
relaxed for when Bradley came.
    If he came.
    He would come, right?
    He wouldn’t just put her into a car
and…
    The vehicle started moving, and
Becky let out a small cry.
    This was really happening right
now.  She looked out the window and couldn’t see very much.  The tint wasn’t
just to block people from looking in.  The silhouettes of concrete barriers
started to speed up and as Becky tried to cup her hands and press them against
the window of the car, the flat screen television turned on.
    “Hope the ride is smooth.”
    Becky jumped from the window and
her jaw dropped.
    There he was.
    Sitting across from her.
    Right there.
    Well, on the television screen… but right there .
    Bradley sat at a large desk with
one hand cupped around the other.  His fingers weren’t interlocked and he
certainly didn’t look relaxed or happy.  Again, Becky noted his eyes and could
see something darker waiting behind their deep, sexy color. 
    “Everything I do is connected,”
Bradley said.  “My business runs twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. 
Year after year, a constant system of growth.  Understand?”
    Becky nodded.
    Her back pressed firmly against the
leather seat.  Her hands went back to the edge of the seat, gripping it.  The
car was moving.  She wanted to look out the windows and see where they were
going.  It then occurred to her that she was in the car, moving.  Bradley sat
behind a desk, not moving.
    “Where are…” she tried to say when
Bradley snarled, his lip curling.
    “I’ll speak here,” Bradley said.
    Becky’s mouth clamped shut.
    “The point I’m making, dear Becky,
is that I’m a man who lives constantly.  There’s no such thing as a time
constraint.  No sleeping patterns.  No relationships.  Socialization is merely
a way to close bigger deals, a way to clean out the pockets of those who dare
to turn their heads.  Now, what does this have to do with you?  Everything,
Becky, everything.  You’re unemployed, aren’t you, Becky?”
    Becky nodded.
    Yes, she was unemployed.
    She should have been sitting behind
her new desk, organizing, getting to