Her Alpha Lover: A Draken and Charli Boxed Set Read Free

mega-wealthy. He'd said he didn't do relationships. She could well believe it, when his looks could furnish him all the sex he wanted even without his overstuffed pocketbook.
    "Let's just say it would satisfy me to see you in this position today. Twenty thousand dollars, Ms. Fontina. For baring your breasts to me and my staff for sixty minutes, give or take. Will you do it?" His smile was irresistible, and he knew it.
    He probably expects me to refuse.
    Only if Charli refused, she'd be forced to return with her tail between her legs, and she could kiss her promotion good-bye.
    "How could I trust you to live up to your side of it?" she asked slowly.
    "You couldn't," he said instantly. "Trusting me would be foolish, knowing me as briefly as you have. However, I happen to be a man of my word."
    She shook her head slowly, not in denial, but in puzzlement. Something about this man seemed sincere.
    Serial killers seem sincere, too, Charli.
    "Okay, I have to know. Does your decision about our proposal hinge on my, um, performing? Because if so, that's a clear case of sexual harass-"
    He laughed. "No. I have no objection to putting in a good word for your, shall we say, proactive attitude. But I fully intend to accept your proposal regardless of what you do. Even if nobody showed up today, I'd have accepted it. It's fucking creative. You came up with the concept, didn't you?"
    She nodded. As her gaze dropped in confusion, it glanced off his slacks, and she sucked in a breath. The front of his pants was tented hugely by his very blunt and obvious erection.
    "Yeah, I find it annoying," he sighed, as if in answer to something she said—only she hadn't said anything. His fingers moved and abruptly Charli felt a pinch on her nipple. She gasped and stepped back at the dart of pain and exquisite pleasure.
    "W-what is?" she stammered.
    "That you're such a good girl. If you were a player like me, we'd have been in bed months ago and it would be all done with by now."
    How flattering. And arrogant. But probably true. Her chin went up. "If I do this, wouldn't that make me a bad girl by definition?"
    "I certainly hope so," he said, smiling. With that, he slid off the table and walked back around to his chair, even as the door clicked open loudly and the room was suddenly filling again with people.
    Men people.
    She stared at them as they re-seated themselves. She had the wild urge to giggle. Her nervousness before was as nothing to now. She couldn't meet Draken's eyes.
    Jesus.
    Twenty thousand dollars.
    She was a typical underpaid grunt. That kind of money would give her breathing room to find a new job if this career track fell through. Money to invest in promoting her comics. She could move to a nicer apartment, perhaps.
    Or it could all be a cruel trick. He could be laughing inside at her gullibility.
    She tried to assess his sincerity. His expression as he returned her stare was unreadable. She didn't totally get it, but right then she believed him. Every word, every promise, every explanation.
    It made her angry. He wanted her to strip off her clothes in front of his staff? What kind of guy wanted the woman he was attracted to to do that? She thought it was a pretty hostile move. It was like a punishment of her for just being . And she'd done nothing wrong.
    She should leave.
    But she knew she wouldn't. This was happening.
    She was going to take off half her clothes for this group of gorgeous men.
    And they had no clue.
    She cleared her throat and shut her eyes. Her fingers were trembling as they rose to the lapels of her suit jacket and painstakingly began to slide it off her shoulders.
    Draken's voice rang out. "Hey, dudes, heads up. We're changing things up a bit. What's about to go down stays in this room. No phone pics, no tweets, no statuses, no tattling. Anybody have a problem with that, talk to me now."
    Grins broke out on the men's faces. Charli's fingers froze, aware of a shift in the atmosphere.
    "Oh, shit," a blond guy said.