Billion Dollar Bad Boy (Big City Billionaires #1) - Plot & Excerpts
The giant curtains blocked all but the most bare fragments of the early light outside. It highlighted the smooth, strong shoulders and back that faced away from me. Shifting gently so he wouldn't wake up, I stretched out on the pillow and just... watched him. I counted his breaths, how his ribs would flare and make his tattoos ripple like the sea. He was gorgeous when he was awake, but there was something beautiful about his sleeping face. Peaceful, I realized. I don't get to see him like that. It was too easy to stay there. Of course, my rumbling stomach became the first problem. My need to pee came second, and then my caffeine headache joined in. Carefully, I slid out of the blankets. The bed didn't make a sound, it was one of those expensive brands that they brag about on TV, the kind where they'd show how good it was by jumping next to a glass of red wine on the mattress. Ducking into the restroom, I navigated in the near-dark. When I was done, I tip-toed across the smooth wooden floors.
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