The Billionaire's Curvy Conquest - Complete - Plot & Excerpts
My eyes were closed and I smelled Mr. Reed’s delicious cologne even before I sensed him standing over me in my small apartment. “I’m not amused, Miss James,” he said. He sounded annoyed. “You’re not even showered and dressed. Where are your bags? I realize that we’ll be taking my private jet to the Caribbean, but flight plans still need to be submitted and followed. Now is not the time for tardiness. Or games.” A wave of pain pierced my abdomen and I moaned, but not in the sexy way that Mr. Reed liked. While staying curled up in a fetal position, I leaned over the side of the couch and dry-heaved into the bucket next to me. After several hours of pain, nausea and vomiting, there was nothing left in my stomach to throw up. “You’re ill,” he said. If I wasn’t in so much pain I would have said something snarky, like: No shit, Sherlock. He sat down on the edge of the couch and I felt his hand on my sweaty forehead. “You’re quite warm, Miss James.” Another no shit moment for my dominating, billionaire boss, David Reed.
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