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

know her co-workers, basking in the glory
of finally getting what could be the biggest opportunity of her life.
    “This is the biggest opportunity of
your life,” Bradley said.  “But first, I need to know how far you’ll go.  For
yourself.  For me.  For what we have in life, together.”
    “Together?” Becky asked.  “You’re
not even here.”
    “I’m there,” Bradley said.  “I can
see you.  You can see me.  And remember, dear Becky, I simply command.   You
listen.”
    Becky felt a little fire spark
inside her.  The stand-up-for-yourself vixen wanted to take one last shot. 
“And if I don’t?”
    Bradley laughed.  “Be sure to tell
all your friends who call you that I said hello.”
    “My friends…?”
    “Sure.  Your phone rings with debt
collectors more than actual friends, doesn’t it?  I know this because I know
everything, dear Becky.  Now, can we begin?”
    Becky wasn’t sure how to feel.
    Bradley was deadly sexy, even on a
television screen.  He was confident, commanding, and rich. 
    “I’m ready,” Becky said, finally
acknowledging her final commitment to succumb to Bradley.
    “I know that too,” Bradley said. 
“Everything between us is private.  Private connections, signals, satellites,
the like.  The back of the car is sound proof and the tint is one hundred
percent.  Nobody can hear or see a thing.  If someone dared to try and breach
one of my transactions, they would end up in a place very dark… very deadly . 
Understand?”
    “Am I a transaction?” Becky asked.
    Bradley laughed again.  “We all
are.  All relationships are transactions.”
    The words hit Becky like a brick. 
The sense of truth left her in awe of Bradley.  A man who picked apart emotions
and attachment like that deserved to be rich.
    “Look at you,” Bradley said, “so
beautiful.  The subtle curves in your hair give you a sense of innocence that I
don’t believe is there.  Your dimples when you talk try to do the same thing
but also fail.  And your eyes, oh dear Becky, your eyes.  I see them.  You
don’t.  I do.  Those eyes are full of fire.  You’re rich with excitement but
you don’t know what kind of excitement you want… but I know…”
    “Then what do I want?” Becky asked.
    Her body was warm again; her heart
started to dance wildly in her chest.  She had moved forward on the seat and
had her legs open.  Sexual instinct at its best, desperate to find out just
what Bradley wanted but more so, what would it take from Becky to have Bradley
to herself?  She thought about him touching her in the elevator, the way she
tasted his finger, wishing it were just a little foreplay to something much
hotter.
    “You want yourself,” Bradley said. 
“That’s were it starts, isn’t it?  You have to believe in yourself, enjoy
yourself.  Then you can have much more …”
    One eyebrow went up as Bradley
spoke.
    For the first time, Becky saw the
glimmer of a smile on his face.
    “Myself?”
    “Touch yourself,” Bradley said. 
“Explore yourself.  I’m going to watch you.  Release your needs, and then you
can change and experience your real passion.”
    Becky sat without moving.  She saw
the look on Bradley’s face and knew just how serious everything had become. 
    “Now,” Bradley said, “I’m telling
you, dear Becky, now.  Right now.”
    Bradley moved one of his hands and
then the lights in the back of the car started to change.  The overhead light
dimmed to almost complete darkness.  Along the floor of the car strips of
lights came on, a deep blue color. 
    It felt more comfortable but
certainly wasn’t anything Becky was used to if she were going to enjoy her own
company.
    She didn’t have much of a choice at
this point, she was at the command of the billionaire CEO on the flat screen in
front of her.
    “Now, I have a meeting in about
twenty minutes,” Bradley said.  “I will not be late for that meeting and I will
not miss out on your