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Bad for the Billionaires: A Bad Boy Billionaire Bundle

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by Penelope Bloom


  “Bad like… Lucas found the microphone and kicked her out. Then I drove up to his ranch and tried to come clean, but ended up in the barn with my dress around my waist, and... Basically if the date was a nuclear reactor, they would be evacuating everything within a fifty mile radius right now.”

  Realization creeps into Amy’s features piece by piece. Her lips pull down slightly at the edges. Her eyebrows sink. Her eyes turn to stare distantly at something on the ground. When she finally speaks again, her voice is quiet, nearly a whisper. “She fired us?”

  I spread my hands. “She didn’t say those exact words, but I think that would be a safe assumption.”

  Amy covers her face with her hands for a few moments, then slides her fingers through her hair. “My vacation?”

  “Probably not going to happen quite yet. I’m really sorry, Amy. I won’t make excuses. I should’ve made this work. For both of us.”

  She blows out a long breath and softens her features before reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. “Hey, forget it. Seriously. I’m happy where we are, even if it feels like a struggle some days, we’re making it work. Right?”

  “Yeah,” I say, though I wish I sounded as convinced as she does.

  “It’s just too bad you don’t get to take Lucas home as a consolation prize.”

  I force a laugh. “Well. What do you say we grab our things from the bed and breakfast so I can get out of here before the embarrassment of all this really starts to set in.”

  “Oh would you stop it,” says Amy. “You tried your best to do your job, but the client was an ice bitch and no amount of skill was ever going to land her a guy, let alone a guy like Lucas. And so what if you got involved with him? You didn’t even know. Seriously. Just let yourself off the hook, even if they don’t.”

  “Maybe you’re right,” I say with a sigh. “Either way, I think I just want to go home and get a big ass cupcake from that place on Seventh.”

  Amy’s eyes light up. “I knew there was a reason I loved working for you. Wait. I’m invited, right?”

  10

  Lucas

  She’s gone. I heard from Harriet when I went to Mavericks to grab a late lunch this afternoon. Mila and her assistant, Amy, picked up and left town a few hours ago. Shit. I don’t even have her number, I realize.

  I expected to feel nothing but relief at the news of her leaving. I thought it’d feel justified. After all, shouldn’t she have to leave? Shouldn’t I want the woman who manipulated me to have to get the hell out of town?

  I finish brushing down the horses and toss the brushes and buckets messily into the corner of the barn. Normally I’m meticulous, but right now I just feel pissed and confused. I know I shouldn’t want her back, but fuck it, I do. I want to feel her slight body shiver under my strong hands again. I want to taste that perfect pussy of hers and know she’s completely dialed in to my every move. I want to feel the sense of freedom that came every time I was near her.

  I want her back, but it’s too late. I let her go. I have no way to find her now and I’d have to be out of my goddamn mind to try. So I won’t. I’ll suck it up and move on, just like I did when dad died. Except this time the thing I want is still out there, within my reach, even if it wouldn’t be easy.

  What she did pissed me off, sure. But now that I’ve had a day to let the anger fade, I know it didn’t piss me off so much that I want to throw everything away.

  When I step outside the barn, the sun has just started to set behind the pines to the west. I see Cynthia’s car pulling up the dirt and gravel road to my ranch so fast she’s kicking up a plume of dust that must be visible for miles.

  “What now?” I mutter.

  She comes to a stop just as I’m reaching the front porch. I’m about to tell her she can fuck off just as fast as she came when I see the ugly bruises on her face. I may not like the woman, but seeing the bruises gets my attention, real fast.

  “What happened?” I ask.

  She steps out, keeping her distance and wringing her fingers together in an uncharacteristically meek way. Her eyeliner is stained and ruined from crying. “It was Ronnie. If he finds out I came here he’ll kill me. I know he will.”

  “Ronnie? My brother, Ronnie?” I ask incredulously.

  “Yes,” she says, breaking down into tears and falling to her knees. Her shoulders heave with every sob that comes. “I was dating him. Maybe I still am, I don’t even know. He’s the one who put me up to it. To trying to win you back, the matchmaker, all of it.”

  My hands tighten into fists. “What?”

  “He wanted me to marry you. He said the will your father left means you could’ve left the property to anyone you wanted. He’d get nothing if you died. But if you got married, it automatically went to your wife if anything happened.”

  “What was he going to do? Fucking kill me if I married you?”

  “Yes,” she says, bending lower as another round of sobs comes to her.

  I take a step back, feeling light-headed as I fall to the porch. “He’d kill me for this?” I ask.

  “Or worse. I think… I don’t know if he was serious, but he thought I was unconscious and he was talking to his guys. It sounded like they were thinking if they used Mila as leverage, you might just give him what he wanted.”

  “He threatened Mila?”

  Cynthia nods.

  “Where is he now?”

  “Aren’t you even pissed that he hit me? I mention that little tramp’s name and suddenly you care?”

  “Jesus, Cynthia. Mila could be in danger right now and you’re worried about whether I care that he hit you? Of course I fucking care, but I’m worried about protecting Mila now. If I hadn’t been such an asshole she’d be here right now instead of on her own God knows where while my psychopath brother goes looking for her.”

  “An asshole?” asks Cynthia, who is regaining some of her regular, bitchy composure. “Did you forget the part where she wired me up with microphones and was whispering things in my ear to say to you? That she agreed to set me up with you for money?”

  “No, but if I’m going to be pissed at anyone for that it should be you. I was a stranger when she agreed to the job. At least she came clean. The only reason I found anything out from you was because I caught you. And you were going to try to fucking marry me so my brother could kill me off and take my property?”

  “He wouldn’t have ever gone through with it,” says Cynthia quickly. She scrambles toward me on her knees to grip the bottom of my shirt like a beaten dog. “I only agreed to it because I always wanted to be with you. I still want to be with you, Lucas. You’re the only real man I’ve ever been with and I should have never left.”

  I grimace down at her, feeling nothing but pity. No words that come to mind are productive, so I bite them all down. “Go see a doctor,” I say. “Make sure he didn’t break something. I have to go find Mila. Where does she live?”

  Cynthia lets go of my shirt and sinks back to sit on her heels. “Why should I tell you where she lives? So you can go fuck her again? So you can come back here smelling like pussy?”

  “Fuck it,” I growl. “I’ll find her myself.”

  I hop in my truck with nothing but my wallet, my phone, and the clothes on my back, and I head for the city.

  11

  Mila

  I idly tap through the new messages in my inbox, occasionally glancing out the window behind me at the dreary view from my office. It was only yesterday that Amy and I left Ward’s Creek, but everything that happened there is already taking on a sort of haze, like it was something out of a dream--and at times, a nightmare.

  I woke with chills in the middle of the night because I thought I felt Lucas’ protective hand sliding around my waist, but it was just me, alone once again.

  “Stop looking so gloomy,” groans Amy. “This is going to be torture if you just mope around for the rest of your life. I don’t want to be insensitive, but I mean c’mon. Why don’t we go get drinks or something
?”

  I give Amy a dry look. “It has barely been twenty-four hours. Isn’t there some kind of two day moping allowance or something? I thought I saw that in the girl code manual.”

  Amy rolls her eyes. “I must’ve lost my copy, because as far as I’m concerned, there are thousands of perfectly good, waving dicks walking around right outside. As we speak,” she adds. “The best recipe for a breakup is always a rebound.”

  “I don’t believe in rebounds,” I say, looking back to the computer and checking an email from a prospective client. Twenty-seven year old virgin female with anxiety disorder.

  “I don’t believe in ghosts, but I still get the heebie jeebies every time I walk by a graveyard at night.”

  “I really don’t see how that’s remotely the same thing.”

  “Doesn’t matter. The point is we’re going to walk away from the computer, go downstairs, get a couple drinks in you, and find you the perfect dick.”

  “I’ll take you up on the first three parts,” I say reluctantly, closing the laptop. “But I’m serious. No rebounds. The last thing I need to feel better is another guy. Besides,” I say a little bitterly. “Another guy would just remind me how perfect Lucas was compared to anyone else.”

  “Oh barf,” Amy says. “Promise me you’re not going to get all sappy for him if I get you drunk.”

  “No promises.”

  We’ve only made it a few steps outside when a tingling at the back of my neck makes me turn to look down the sidewalk. Despite the crowded street full of men and women, I see him right away. I see the cowboy hat, the tall, broad frame, and most of all those piercing eyes looking straight into me.

  “Lucas…” I breathe.

  “Would you--” Amy starts, but she stops short when she turns to see what I see.

  “Mila,” he says, rushing in to wrap his arms around me, not caring how we must look embracing in the middle of the street. “You’re safe.”

  “Safe?” I ask, feeling like I’m swept up in a whirlwind of confusing emotions. “Shouldn’t I be?”

  “You are now. I shouldn’t have let you leave, darlin’. I should’ve never let you leave.”

  “Damn right,” says Amy, who I had forgotten was standing just a few inches away.

  “Some privacy?” I say, shooting her a get lost glare.

  She makes a lewd gesture at me--inserting her index finger over and over into a circle made by her other hand--then heads off in the direction of the bar a few blocks over.

  I pull back enough to look up into his eyes. “I’m just having trouble making sense of all this.”

  “I forgive you. You were trying to tell me that night, and it was my fault you didn’t. I can’t imagine how hard that must’ve been, and I only made it harder.”

  “But I found out it was you at the festival. I still went home and followed through with Cynthia after I knew.”

  To my surprise, Lucas shrugs. Even after what I did to him, he can just shrug and make it all seem inconsequential. But it’s not. Whether he forgives me or not, I didn’t make the right choice, and I’ll have to shoulder that guilt.

  “Water under the bridge,” he says simply.

  “I don’t feel like I deserve to be forgiven so easily. Like you should be mad at the very least.”

  “Well,” he says, letting the hint of a smile touch his lips. “I’m not mad, and I don’t think I could ever stay mad at you for long. You’re too damn sweet.”

  I smile, biting my lip and feeling my cheeks flush. How is it that Lucas always manages to appear at the right time? I run my hands down his chest, feeling the soft fabric of his blue button-down shirt and the hard muscle beneath. “You’re really here, aren’t you?”

  He chuckles. “Sure as hell hope so, cause that would’ve been a long-ass drive to not be here.”

  “You said I’m safe… Just a minute ago. What did you mean?”

  “Well there’s the bad news. You trust me, right?”

  “Yes. For some reason, I do.”

  “Then we need to get a place for a little while. We can grab a room at a hotel under fake names and we’ll lay low.”

  I frown. “This isn’t making sense. What’s going on?”

  Lucas sighs. “I’d rather not scare you with all the details, but keeping you in the dark is probably just going to freak you out even more, isn’t it?”

  “Probably,” I agree, “because getting a hotel under fake names already has me imagining the worst.”

  “It’s my brother. I think he’s planning to use you against me. I don’t know how, but I know he wants me to sign over the ranch to him, and he thinks if he uses you as leverage I’ll agree to it.”

  “How does he even know about you and me?”

  “Cynthia,” says Lucas simply.

  I groan. “I didn’t think it was possible to dislike her any more than I already do.”

  Lucas grins. “Yeah, I know the feeling.”

  “Mr. Chris P. Bacon and Mrs. Dixie Normous…” says the poor woman behind the desk at the hotel. She pauses, clearly waiting for us to laugh and tell her they are fake names, but Lucas and I manage to hold our composure while she types our “names” into the computer and gives us our keys.

  We both break out laughing once we’re in the elevator.

  “I thought I had you,” Lucas says laughing so hard it’s easy to forget we’re only checking into this hotel because I might be in danger. “Dixie Normous? That’s too good.”

  I shrug, biting back a smile. “Your fake name wasn’t bad. But you didn’t dream big enough.”

  “Getting a big head, are we?” he asks. He’s holding his hat in his hand, but somehow his hair still manages to look perfect, with just the right amount of stray hairs dangling in front of his heavy eyes.

  An irresistible urge almost overcomes me. I nearly grab his crotch and ask if I’m the only one getting a big head, but the looming danger stops me. Just barely.

  “You’ll be fine,” he says, reading my expression. He rubs my cheek with the back of his hand. There’s a question in his eye--he’s looking to see if his touch is welcome.

  I grip his wrist, pressing my face into his palm and closing my eyes. “Where have you been my whole life?” I ask.

  He huffs a laugh. “Waiting for you, I think.”

  The door to the elevator dings and I jump back from Lucas self-consciously. A woman and her daughter step in. The woman favors us with an uncomfortable smile before smashing the button for her floor a few times.

  We reach our floor and Lucas makes us stop at the vending machine before we go inside. He plugs in a few bills and my eyebrows continue to rise as he punches in at least seven codes. The sound of candy and bags of junk food plopping to the bottom of the machine never seems to end. He scoops the loot into his arms and leads the way to our room.

  “Hungry?” I ask with a grin.

  “I skipped dinner and lunch to come get you. I could eat my way through this fucking door right about now.”

  “Haven’t you ever heard of room service?” I pick up a bag of Cheetos from his arms and hold it in front of his face. “It has got to beat this junk.”

  “I’ve heard of room service,” he says grumpily as I open the door to our room. “Never had the luxury of using it, of course, but I’ve seen it in movies.”

  I quirk an eyebrow. “You’ve never had room service?”

  “I’ve had food. And I’ve had waiters bring me food at restaurants. I don’t see the difference. They bring it to your room. So what?”

  “So you get to eat it in a bathrobe if you want. In your room.”

  “You had me at bathrobe.”

  I giggle. “You don’t strike me as the bathrobe type, come to think of it.”

  “I’m not. I mean you had me at you in a bathrobe. Go on. Make yourself comfortable,” he says, smirking and leaning against the wall with an expectant look on his face.

  “Oh,” I say, feeling my cheeks color. “I’m starting to think this whole thing with y
our brother was just a trick to get me alone in a hotel room.”

  The amusement slips from his face. “No. My brother is really dumb and crazy enough to try something. The danger is real.”

  I sink down on the edge of the bed. “I’ve never even met him. The idea that he’d hurt me seems so strange. I mean, what are we even going to do? We can’t just hide in this hotel forever.”

  “I know. I just needed to get here to make sure you were safe as soon as I heard about his plan. I’ve hardly had time to think about it, but it seems like the only thing to do is give him what he wants. I can just sell the ranch and give him the money.”

  I watch Lucas and the way his face contorts at even the thought of it. “You can’t do that. You already told me how much you love that ranch.”

  “Maybe. But it’s not worth risking you. Nothing is,” he adds more quietly.

  “Lucas… You barely know me. That ranch is the last part of your dad that you have. It means so much to you.”

  “Barely know you?” he asks, moving to sit beside me on the bed. “Let me tell you something, darlin’. A real man doesn’t need to go on twenty dates to make up his mind about a woman. When you strip away everything--the clothes, the self-consciousness, pretense, all of it--when you take that away all you’re left with is what’s here.” He puts gentle fingertips just above my heart, sending chills across my skin.

  “And goddamn if I didn’t like what I saw,” he says with fire in his eyes. “Hell, I didn’t just like it. I wanted it so bad it scared the hell out of me. I thought I must be losing my mind. So maybe when I found out you were hiding something from me it seemed like a good reason to take a step back. But…” he chuckles at himself, rubbing a thumb across his lip in a way that’s indescribably sexy. “Obviously I couldn’t stay away. Could I?”

  “I’m glad you didn’t,” I say, a little breathless from his confession. “I feel it too. What you said. It sounds so stupid to say it out loud, but I really feel like I know you, the real you. More than I should possibly have a right to think I do.”

 

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