A Bride for the Billionaire Bad Boy (The Romero Brothers, Book 2) by Shadonna Richards Read Free Book Online Page A

a more digital-friendly service?"
    Lucas looked more annoyed than anything else. Did she
just offend him?
    Maxine surveyed Lucas’s sexy, dark eyes. There appeared
to be a mischievous twinkle in his dark eyes. It was delicious but seemingly dangerous.
She hoped he wasn't going to do anything behind her back.
    Lucas moved behind the desk and he leaned over Maxine.
His palms were spread out on the desk as he bent over her laptop. Oh, that sexually
charged scent of his heady cologne. It was tantalizing Maxine's nose. She
wanted to ask him what cologne it was. But she stopped herself. The last thing
she wanted him to feel was that she was flirting with him. Rumor had it he had
enough women throwing themselves at his feet. She did not want to be one of
them.
    She was inches from Lucas. This was crazy. She didn't
know if she could actually contain herself How would she be able to focus with
Mr. Sexy so close to her, inches from her? His voice was husky when he spoke to
give her instructions on which webpage to log on to.
    “I already had my men set up things for you on this
unique Web server,” Lucas instructed.
    “Great. Do I go from here?”
    “Click on that link where it says download,” he advised
in a velvet-deep voice.
    “Okay. Done.”
    “Now. Once it's done downloading, save to a location
on your desktop.”
    Maxine did as he advised. Everything seemed to be
going so smoothly but she knew this was only the beginning of the setup.
    Lucas surveyed the screen to ensure that everything was
downloading as intended. “Good. Let me take over from here.” He rolled Maxine's
chair out of the way so he could hover over her keyboard.
    Maxine was blown away by the speed of his fingers. It
was rare to see a man who could type so fast. She'd read somewhere that he was
some sort of a hacker but then again those were probably just rumors. She
didn't believe everything she read in the tabloids.
    When Lucas was done he leaned back and surveyed the
screen. “Now, over the next few weeks we'll be working closely with you to
develop the program fully. I'll send my tech guy over to spend some time with
you going through the interface.”
    Maxine's heart sank to the ground. “Tech guy? I thought …” she broke off.
    “You thought what?” Lucas’s voice was commanding.
    She was about to say that she thought…or hoped, Lucas
would be the one to be spending time with her over the next few weeks to go
over the software program with her but she stopped herself.
    You
don't want him , remember ? So
why do you care if he's going to be around you for the next few weeks are not?
    “What was the name of that bungee jumping couple?”
Lucas fired up the question so quickly she didn't really have time to think
about it.
    Her answer just flew out of her mouth before she could
stop it.
    “I shouldn’t have told you that,” Maxine said flatly
after she revealed the couple’s surname.
    "You don't have to worry about me breaking your
confidence, Maxine.” Lucas's tone was brittle yet a smug grin touched his lips.
    What was he going to do now? She hoped to God that
Lucas was not about to interfere with the investigation. What was she doing
talking to a Romero like that? She should've kept her mouth shut. This was her private business, not his.
    "Oh, God, look at the time. It’s so late,” Maxine commented.
    Lucas glanced at his expensive watch. He then reached
into his breast pocket and pulled out a business card. He handed it to her so
smoothly as if he was James Bond. A grin touched his lips.
    “Be sure to call me if anything comes up.” His tone of
voice was hard. If. Anything. Comes. Up. He had spoken the words so deliberately that it caused a chill to slither down
Maxine’s spine. She’d read about his dangerous ways, too. He could be a real
friend but woe be it if anyone messed around with his
family…or his friends, she guessed.
    Lucas Romero had connections everywhere.
    She took the card from him. " Th -thank
you. I…I don’t