Mr. Forrester: An Alpha Billionaire Romance Read Free Page A

turned sideways to her, so all she could see was his profile, but he was tall, with the sort of face that she fingered as belonging to a former model. Being in the business, she could see he was a bit older than most designers liked, maybe in his late twenties or early thirties, with only a hint of weathering on his face. It looked like he was from a warm climate; she could tell from the healthy glow on his tan skin and the effect it had on his light brown hair, which she assumed would be more of a chestnut brown if he stayed out of the sun long enough. He had a firm jaw line, and full lips that she could only describe as luscious. Her mind wandered back to her desires in the shower, and knew that those lips could bring her plenty of satisfaction.
    She sat for a moment in her little fantasy when he quietly turned his face towards her and their eyes met. Erica felt a force she had never experienced before leap between them as his crystal blue eyes met hers, an electric spark seemed to almost leap between them, sending the rest of the room into darkness as her entire focus became his handsome face with the piercing blue eyes. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest as her hands tightened almost painfully in her lap.
    She was just about to get up and approach the bar when two women, both incredibly beautiful, European, and dressed for the evening came up to the man, smiling and flirting with him, breaking the mood. He turned his eyes away for a moment, and she felt a surge of jealousy as the two girls shamelessly flirted and hit up the man. He broke into an easy smile that left Erica thrumming with arousal even though it wasn't pointed in her direction.
    For the next hour, as Erica sipped her Guinness, she continually felt her eyes being pulled back to the man, and twice their eyes met over the crowd who gathered around him. Whoever he was, the man had the sort of magnetic personality that just pulled people to him. He commanded their attention, far different from the yapping wannabes she saw on a daily basis. She yearned to go up to him, but every time she would feel courageous enough to do it, another young girl in a tight dress or a glad-handing buddy would draw the his attention away, and she sank back into her seat, frustrated. She didn't want to be part of some sort of nebulous cloud around him, she wanted that one on one connection she’d felt earlier, even if it was only for a moment.
    Finally, she threw back the last of her pint, and just stared out at the Thames, her mind wandering towards what she had to accomplish over the next week to be ready for the Milan show. If that show went as successfully as the London and Tokyo shows, EW designs would be set for the year, and she could look forward to really turning some profit. She was so deep in thought that she was surprised when she heard someone set another pint of Guinness next to her on the wooden table and she let out a little squeak.
    "Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you," a seductively rich voice said, and Erica turned her eyes towards the speaker, shocked when she saw the handsome face from the man at the bar. He was carrying another pint of Guinness, and a massive basket of fish and chips. "I was just wondering if you would be willing to share a pint and a basket with me."
    Erica could barely formulate an answer, the man was so handsome, his presence so commanding and magnetic.
    "Uhhh, sure," she finally got out, gesturing towards the empty chair across from her. "I'd love some food.”
    The man chuckled softly, the sound causing Erica's body to respond with desire. Even his laugh was sexy, it seemed. "That's not the usual response I get, but thank you. It's a refreshing bit of honesty."
    "I try to be honest," Erica replied, sipping gratefully at her pint, the alcohol wetting her nervous throat. "So, what's your name?"
    "Dwayne Forrester," the man replied, with a bit of a hitch that left Erica wondering if she was supposed to recognize it. "And you