A Taste of Heaven (Billionaires' Secrets Book 3) by Jennifer Lewis Read Free Book Online Page A

Good.
    Sam nursed her untouched arm. She’d instinctively lifted it an inch or two and it hung there in midair for a moment before she plastered it back to her side.
    Excellent. Much better this way. She held her chin high as she marched out of the hotel lobby two steps behind him.
    He pulled open the passenger door of a sleek, pale-yellow, open-topped sports car parked next to the sidewalk outside. He stood aside, so as to avoid any accidental brushing of skin, while she climbed in and sat on the tan glove-leather seat.
    “What a beautiful Jaguar. How old is it?” Sam stroked the polished dashboard. Maybe she just needed to touch something.
    “It’s a 1967 XKE. It belonged to my grandfather.”
    “And it still runs?”
    “It was his baby. He saved her for special occasions, and I do the same.” He flashed her a golden glance before walking around to the driver’s side.
    A special occasion. “Where are we going?”
    He settled behind the sporty wheel. “You’ll see. Just sit back and enjoy the ride.”
    Sam fumbled with her seat belt, and tried not to notice that her nipples were almost painfully sensitive as she brought the strap over them.
    Deep breath. Remain calm. Keep focused on your goal.
    She snuck a glance sideways to see if he looked like Tarrant. Maybe he wasn’t Tarrant’s son at all?
    But on close inspection, she could see Tarrant’s determined jaw. His high cheekbones. The lofty carriage of a man with limitless confidence.
    She sank into her seat, her breath shallow. How had she not noticed last night?
    Louis’s features were more generous, his mouth wider and quicker to smile than Tarrant’s. His eyes were a totally different color with a more catlike shape. And his smooth brown skin made a mockery of the freckly tan that Tarrant so painstakingly cultivated to hide his natural pallor.
    There was no avoiding the fact that Louis DuLac was a breathtakingly handsome man.
    What a terrible shame Tarrant would never meet him.
    A rush of emotion threatened to get the better of her and she reached into her pocket for a tissue.
    “You okay?”
    “I was just thinking how it’s awful that you’ll never meet your father.”
    “I don’t know who my father is.”
    The admission didn’t seem to faze him at all. Louis DuLac was obviously comfortable with himself, and didn’t need to cling to anyone else for support.
    She wished she had that kind of strength.
    “And you don’t know who my father is, either,” he continued. He shot her a bright smile. “Does it matter? I’m the same person either way.”
    “You don’t want to know, do you?”
    “Not really.”
    “What are you afraid of?” She stared at him, trying to distract herself from his good looks.
    “Afraid?” He flashed an aggressive glance at her and laughed. “I’m not afraid of anything.”
    “I don’t believe you. You must be afraid of something. Snakes? Spiders? The dark?”
    “Three of my favorite things.” A smile settled over his mouth as he watched the road. The city streets had leafed out into a lush suburb.
    “Then you have nothing to lose by learning who your father is.” She smiled and tossed her hair.
    He’d backed himself into a corner.
    “You’re tricky.” He shot a glance at her.
    “I’m smarter than I look.”
    “You certainly always look very smart. Didn’t I tell you to dress casual?”
    “This is casual. It’s Calvin Klein.” She raised an eyebrow.
    “Did you buy it today?”
    “I might have. Or I might have had it for years.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Don’t flatter yourself that I bought it to impress you.”
    “That wouldn’t flatter me at all. I don’t want to be impressed.” He kept his gaze on the road.
    “What do you want?” Nothing like getting to the bottom of things. Especially since there was no touching involved.
    Though, maybe she was flattering herself by thinking he wanted to touch her again.
    “I want you to be yourself. Take it easy. Feel the wind in your