Billionaire Beast (Billionaire Bikers MC #2)

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from him, not
wanting his hands on her.
    “Shit, you don’t have to be afraid of me.”
    “I’m not afraid of you.” She wiped the tears away, not
wanting the memory of their touch.
    The bad thing was she wanted it so bad, but she
refused. She wasn’t going to allow herself to cave to two men.
    “Which one of you came up with the idea?” she asked.
    “Tempe?”
    “No. I wanted to be alone, and you’ve forced your way
into this elevator.” She looked at him. “Well, tell me.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “I don’t want your apologies. I want to know what the
hell you were both doing?” She kept her arms folded. “I heard everything. You
were arranging my time. What I was going to being doing, and neither of you
even gave a thought to ask me.”
    “Do you want Jay?”
    “No,” she said.
    “Are you sure?”
    She went to say yes, and stopped. Jay was her best
friend.
    He took a step toward her, and she backed away. The
wall of the elevator stopped her from going anywhere else. “What are you
doing?” she asked.
    “I want you, Temperance. This thing between us, it has
been building for some time. I also believe that you’ve got feelings for your
best friend.”
    “What does this have to do with anything?” She had put
Jay in the best friend department. She didn’t want him that way, did she? No,
it couldn’t be. He was a horn dog who treated women appallingly, yet she
couldn’t deny the spark of arousal. Was that because of Richard though? “I care
about Jay. I always have.”
    “Are you in love with him?”
    She paused, thinking about her feelings. “I don’t
know.”
    He captured her face. “You’ve been in my life for a
long time, Tempe.”
    “You’re my boss.” She couldn’t help but touch him,
holding onto his sides.
    “I want to be more.”
    “You’re breaking your rules.”
    “That I am. What I don’t want is for you to doubt what
you want.”
    Temperance stared at his chest, wondering what the
hell he wanted from her.
    The elevator door pinged open, and she turned to see
Jay standing there, panting for breath. “Fuck me, I’m an accountant, I sit on
my ass all day. I shouldn’t be forced to do this.”
    She walked out of the elevator, already prepared to
leave, but Richard caught her arm, stopping her.
    “How about we go to breakfast and talk about this?”
    “We could go back to our place,” Jay said.
    “No,” she said. The last thing she wanted was to go
back to her place as she would cave between the two of them. They would be
naked in no time, and she wasn’t interested in getting naked just yet. “I’ll
take breakfast. I’ve not eaten this morning.” She’d had every intention of no
longer having a job at the end of the day. Richard had torn up her resignation.
    “I want where we go to be safe where no one will be
watching.” He pulled his cell phone out. “I’ve got the place, but I’m making
sure I can take you two.”
    Temperance frowned.
    “Hey, Russ, how is Anna? Good, good. I’ve got to
conduct a personal meeting in private, and I don’t want to risk the press
catching sight of us. I wanted to make sure we didn’t have any security issues,
or threats.”
    She watched as he started to nod. Seconds later he
hung up.
    “We’re going to the club house. We can talk without
the risk of being interrupted, and it offers us privacy.”
    “A diner can do that.”
    “Tempe, I’m a billionaire businessman surrounded by a
lot of rumors. I’m not left alone.”
    She’d never been to his clubhouse, and until recently
she had kept her knowledge of his biking life a secret.
    Richard grabbed her hand, and before she knew what was
happening, she was in the passenger seat of his luxury car with Jay behind
them. Richard was driving.
    “Are you okay, Tempe?” Jay asked.
    “Am I okay? Tell me, Jay, what do I have to be okay
about?” She turned toward her best friend. “I heard you negotiated your terms
of fucking use of me. How do you think I’m feeling? I’ll

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