Mr. Black's Proposal (Part One: A Billionaire Erotic Romance) Read Free Page A

wedding ring, after all. The girl might have been his friend, or his sister. But I couldn’t take it back. I crossed my arms and stood behind the counter, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.
    Lucas picked up the half of the chocolate cupcake, still looking at me, and wrapped it in his napkin.
    Breathe in. Breathe out.
    “Thanks for the cupcake,” Lucas said. He tossed a twenty dollar bill on the counter and turned on his heel. I didn’t even have time to stammer out a thank you before the door swung shut. The doorbell jangled, the sound echoing through the shop.
    “You’re welcome,” I said with a sigh.
    “Wow!”
    I turned around to see Andy poking his head out from the back of the shop.
    “Was that the guy you were talking about? Capital-H Hottie alert!”
    “Andy!” I hissed. I glanced at the door. “We’re going to have to fix that doorbell.”
    “Why aren’t you dating someone like that?”
    “I don’t know. Why aren’t you dating Neil Patrick Harris?”
    Andy let out a sigh.
    “If only.”
    “Exactly. And in case you didn’t notice, that guy was a total asshole of the pick-up artist variety. Who does that?”
    “Does what? Flirts with you?”
    “You know why I wouldn’t date a guy like that?”
    “Because you have ridiculous standards.”
    “Yes. And also because I could never trust him.” I looked behind my back again to make sure he hadn’t reappeared. “You can’t trust a flirt like that. He had a girlfriend with him, for God’s sake.”
    “True,” Andy said, taping up another cupcake wrapper.
    “Did you hear what he said? He wanted to tame me !”
    Andy burped out a laugh.
    “That’s hilarious,” he said.
    “I know, right?”
    “For sure. You’re way too wild and crazy to be tamed.”
    The perfect little brother, at it again. He ducked out of the way before I could give him a smack on the back of the head.

Chapter Two
    Lucas
    I left the cupcake shop, wondering where my head was. That girl…
    I’d practically tripped over my feet to introduce myself to her. And then she hadn’t even recognized my name.
    And then I’d stuck my foot in my mouth.
    I tried to figure out where I’d gone wrong as I stood outside the shop, finishing the cupcake. God, it was delicious. Moist and perfect. After meeting that girl, all luscious curves and cleavage, I wanted to bite down on more than just a cupcake right now. My cock was throbbing.
    Where had I gone wrong? I hadn’t been scared over a girl since my first crush in the second grade. And even she had let me pull her pigtails. This girl, though, Steph… she hadn’t been the least bit tempted by my suggestion.
    I was disappointed, but only for a moment. There were other girls. Lots of them. And one of them was waiting in my car right now.
    At the thought of Bianca, though, I had only the vaguest sense of arousal. I’d picked her out at one of the clubs, and she’d been willing.
    More than willing.
    Too willing.
    That’s what I was missing, I thought. I popped the last bite of chocolate cake into my mouth and tossed the napkin into the trash can outside. I was missing the fun of the chase. The challenge of taming a girl who didn’t want to be tamed.
    For a brief second, I thought about going back into the shop one more time. Third time’s the charm and all. I thought about the blonde shopkeeper, the soft skin of her palm…
    “Lucas!”
    Bianca opened the car door and poked her head out.
    “Lucas, are you coming?”
    “Yeah,” I said, my enthusiasm suddenly tempered. I slid into the back seat.
    My assistant turned around in the driver’s seat, waiting for my directions.
    “Let’s go home, Alex.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    We rode down the street in the whisper-quiet Lexus. Bianca had turned on her phone and was playing one of those annoying games. The beeps grew louder and louder. Normally that sort of thing didn’t bother me, but today I was feeling supremely irritated. I scratched the side of my leg, adjusting the