Read Online Made: A Bad Boy Romance (Bad Boy Games) by Danielle Slater, Allegra Ryan - Free Book Online Page B

I give Tucker a slow nod. All I get in response is a flicker of his eyes, but it’s enough. We’re on the same page.
    I cross the room and stand next to Ferrara. The billionaire smiles. “Interesting, don’t you think, that we’re finally on the same side?”
    My heartbeat pounds in my ears. Blue light from the bank of computer monitors sweeps across Ferrara’s face, painting his tanned skin and blue eyes with a sinister look. He’s always played on his handsome, golden appearance as if he honestly is an angel come down to earth. He hires PR firms to spin every greedy corporate decision he makes into something that’s either good for the Earth or good for the people of the planet or, best of all, both. Maybe he believes his own crap. That work has turned him into an icon with the tree-huggers and the climate-change crowd. The truth is that only one thing matters to him, and that’s Alexander Ferrara.
    When I stalked him back when I was planning to take him out for blackballing me with the syndicate, that trait made him predictable. It was the only advantage I discovered and even then, it wasn’t enough of an advantage to overcome his massive security infrastructure.
    Now I’m standing six inches away from one of the wealthiest and most powerful men on the planet.
    Five years ago, I’d have given my left nut to get this close to the bastard. I smile back at him, and it’s genuine. “Yes, you’re right, it is interesting.”
    He extends a manicured hand. “I’m willing to let bygones be bygones if you are.”
    That surprises me.
    And tells me Ferrara has another agenda, one that’s bigger than tangling with a flustered and sexually frustrated European industrialist long past his sell-by date. One thing I know for sure: sooner or later, Ferrara’s going to want to use my services.
    I shake his hand and understand there’s no going back now. I’ve made a deal with the devil.

 
     
     
     
     
    BROOKE
     
     
    When I’ve finally put myself back together, I do the best job I can of making sure the rip in Caylee’s dress is as unobtrusive as possible. At least, the club is dark, so the rip won’t show until I hit the streetlights on the sidewalk outside. The jacket I left at the coat check won’t cover the tear or my side boob. I tell myself I don’t know any of these people, and I’ll never see them again. It helps a little but doesn’t take away the embarrassment. I’m too much of a good girl, the kind of girl who always follows the rules to chalk up a night like this to experience and head home laughing.
    My body aches in a sweet way, and there’s a thread of remembered ecstasy coiling through my veins I hope won’t go away for hours. Maybe ever. I want to hold on to the memory of Nathan’s touch as long as I can.
    Because I can’t stay hiding here forever, I take a deep breath and open the door to the small office, peeking my head out and looking left and right. At the far end, next to the polished black door labeled VIP, there’s no one at the standing desk. The door on the opposite end stands slightly ajar. Thumping music from the club leaks through the opening and drifts toward me.
    I slip into the hall thinking I’m going to do just what Nathan said and go home. That’s the sensible thing, right? My curiosity about what’s behind the black door won’t let go. I could take a look-see. What could it hurt?
    Here’s the truth: I want to see Nathan again. Things ended too abruptly. I’m not ready to go home and crawl between the sheets and stare at the ceiling replaying every minute of our encounter.
    I’m sorry if I hurt you .
    His voice was so soft and repentant; it took me a minute to realize this was the same man who only moments before had been so rough and commanding. This voice came from a different part of him, one that’s softer, younger, one that might have been hurt in the past, one that called to the dark places inside me.
    I halt and lean against the corridor wall and take a