Drive Her Mad (THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE POP DIVA VOL. 3) Read Free Page B

mingling with his expensive cologne. Addictive scent.
    “Just welcoming you to your little home for the next six days.”
    He ascended the steps made of stone slabs, lined on both sides by flowering plants in full bloom. He paused in the middle of the steps.
    “You would love this, cara. ”
    “What?”
    “Close your eyes.”
    She obeyed him. He continued to climb the steps and finally stopped.
    “Open your eyes.”
    She slowly opened her eyes and was greeted by the most magnificent sunset.
    “Oh Giane.” She sucked in her breath and exhaled in awe, her throat constricting with emotion.
    Oh, why was she so emo all of a sudden? She was having so much fun with him. He was simply the coolest. She’d never imagined losing her virginity in such a wonderful manner, to such a considerate lover. After their first intimacy at his suite, she felt a kind of closeness with him that she’d never felt with any of her exes.
    Maybe that was what first times did to women in general. The first man to give a woman carnal ecstasy would always be special. It was like a landmark in every woman’s life. But she didn’t really know. All she knew was that this breathtaking sunset was giving her all the mushy feelings she’d usually feel when writing a really good song.
    “You’ve gone so quiet, piccola. ”
    “Because it’s so beautiful. So perfect. I wish I can freeze time right this very moment. This beautiful sunset…and us.”
    “Take out my phone.”
    “Huh?”
    “From my pocket. Front, left side.”
    She groped between them and came out with his phone.
    “Now, take our selfie.”
    She giggled.
    “What…?”
    “It sounds really weird when you say selfie.”
    “Isn’t that how you women call it?”
    He turned away from the sunset. “Come on, freeze this moment.”
    She switched the phone to cam mode and aimed it at them. “Okay, ready? Say freak!”
    He kissed her cheek.

RAZING

THEY HAD A SUMPTUOUS dinner prepared by the chalet chefs for them. They dined at the balcony and watched the sun completely disappear in the west.
    They lounged in the recliners with a bottle of wine.
    “This is so good,” she commented of the wine.
    “Glad you like it. I blended it myself.”
    She threw him a skeptical look. “This? Nah.”
    “I did. I have a vineyard in Tuscany.”
    “You’re kidding me! You race like a bunch of demons are chasing you and you make wine, too? Like a chemist? It’s an odd combination.”
    “How so?’
    “It’s like fast and slow. Hot and cold. It’s like a shot of adrenaline and a shot of morphine. High and low.”
    “Aren’t they the perfect combination of nature? Exact opposites.”
    “No. Not with people. It’s a recipe for disaster. People have to be compatible with each other for a relationship to work. They have to blend. In harmony.”
    “I’m not having a relationship with myself.”
    She laughed. “Okay, you got me there. But really? You manufacture this? It’s…” she raised her glass and clinked it with his. “Epic. I’m gonna stock my cellar with these. They’re available in North America, right?”
    He smiled. “No.”
    “Oh bummer.”
    “But I can send you a ton of it.”
    It was the first mention of an association between them beyond this week. She looked away, feeling awkward. She didn’t want to read more into his casual remark, but she couldn’t help the seed of hope that immediately blossomed inside her.
    No. Just no. Recipe for disaster. She should stick to their deal. A no-strings-attached week of carnal explorations. Nothing more. No expectations beyond this week.
    “Thanks. I’d love that,” she said quietly. “How long have you had this place?” she asked, changing the subject.
    “Maybe six years. I love this country. The Australian Super Grand Prix is my favorite race. I’ve never lost at Albert Park and I’ve raced in different leagues in my fifteen-year career.”
    “Your loss a few days ago was your first at Albert Park?”
    He nodded.
    “I’m