Training Her Curves - Geneva (A BBW Billionaire Domination and Submission Romance) Read Free Page A

talking about the alcohol but could have been referring to almost the entire story -- Dylan's presence, his call girl, the playroom, the senator.
    "Of course not. There were a lot of powerful people there." She gave up torturing the edge of the table and rolled her head back against the chair to stare up at the ceiling. "Eventually, she was drunk enough to hunt Dylan down and find him balls deep in the woman, who happened to be tied up, gagged, nipple clamped. All voluntarily and well recompensed, naturally."
    "Naturally," I agreed wryly. "So Jake offered to take her home?"
    She laughed. "If only that were the case. She drove off wild and drunk, Jake managed to jump in the car before she could leave the grounds."
    I nodded, remembering that the vehicle was a convertible. "So he talked her into pulling over--"
    The angry shake of her head cut my question off.
    "Jake wasn't driving when the car flipped."
    The new information pushed me back in my seat and held me there like an elephant sitting on my chest. "But...he said--"
    Another angry shake. "He lied. He was in and out of consciousness when the ambulance arrived. Linsey was still alive before he passed out completely. He knew his blood was clean and hers wasn't. He didn't have time to learn she was dead before talking to the cops and saying he had been driving at the time of the accident."
    "That's stupid!" I burst out.
    "That is Jake," Riona answered flatly. "Protector-hero complex if you haven't realized that already."
    Slumping in my chair, I nodded. "But once he knew the girl was dead?"
    "Then the press would have had to dig for a more interesting angle to the story, such as what possessed him to lie. It would have exposed Dylan's lifestyle, the events at the party and so much more. Can you imagine what that would have done to the business while it was still weak from my father's mishandlings? Jake was under the Kehoe radar, still known publicly under his mother's name, not our father's. There was no visible connection between him and the company."
    I sank a little lower in my seat, my eyes misting over the self-sacrificing actions of my pseudo-big brother. "Damn, I love that idiot," I whispered.
    Riona nodded vigorously, fat tears streaming down her cheeks. "But Dylan can be every bit as wonderful when he isn't being...well..."
    "A dickweed?" I offered.
    She burped up a laugh then wiped at her face.
    "Seriously, though," she added once all the evidence of her tears were gone.
    "I know." I dipped my head as I answered, hoping to hide how well I knew. I hadn't started crushing on Dylan just because of his looks, although they certainly helped. He might presently be rich as any king, but I had access to decades of company ledgers.
    Truth was, he should have had more than a third interest in the company, but his siblings were treated as equal owners. Before he had come to them with the proposal to pool their money and resuscitate the company after their father's death, he had injected a huge amount of cash -- equal to the one-third investment he would later make -- all to keep the company's pension and family "welfare" funds running. The welfare fund was extraordinary for a company, covering everything from medical care and family leave for terminal illnesses or life saving operations and treatment to scholarships and low interest first home loans. I had looked hard to find a similar fund at another business and couldn't. And pensions were usually the first obligation shed by the CEO of a troubled enterprise. Even those companies that didn't conveniently break their agreements certainly didn't have the head of the company parting with half his personal fortune to keep them funded.
    I slammed down on the brakes in an attempt to stop my internal train of thoughts and memories of Dylan. I couldn't. Keeping the funds running was just the tip of the iceberg for all the selfless and genuine things I had discovered about the man in my two years working in the executive suite. I