Banking the Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaires Book 2) by Max Monroe Read Free Book Online Page B

it wasn’t a question, but I said nothing else. He didn’t need to know it wasn’t a remark about Margo that had upset me the most. It had been the comment about him that crawled under my skin. I turned to head into the house just as Mila came running out the front door. The sound of tires screeching to a stop filled the void behind me. Craning to look over my shoulder, I found Leadfoot Leann right back where she’d started.
    “Thatcher!” Cassie yelled, apparently having circled the block. “Get over here and get in the car!”
    Her smile was ear to ear, and there was nothing I could do to stop it from spreading to my own face. Cassie winked, but it wasn’t at me. Curiosity made me turn around to find the source.
    Mila stood there giggling and pointing at Cassie as Cassie pointed back at her.
    “What did I say?” Cassie yelled through the open window of the car.
    Mila’s little voice was shrill as she shouted back. “Give boys hell!”
    “Mila!” Claire admonished, but Frankie just laughed.
    “Okay, now I really like her,” he said, referring to my crazy driver. Safe to say he wasn’t the only one.
    I’d thrown her into the lion’s den, for fuck’s sake, but she’d flourished. Socializing and mingling without me and owning her yoga pants and T-shirt like a motherfucking gown. I still couldn’t figure out the birthday gift she’d managed to pull from her purse.
    She wasn’t actually upset with me over my deceitful directions and unexpected stop; she was just checking in to the game.
    With one final kiss to Mila’s and Claire’s cheeks and a fist bump for Frankie, I ran for the car and closed my hand around the door handle just as Cassie gassed it two feet and slammed on the brakes. Her laughter echoed throughout the neighborhood.
    “Okay, Mary, let me in the car.”
    “Mary!” she shrieked and floored it again.
    Frankie, Claire, and Mila looked on, laughing a little more with every exchange.
    “You better remember my name, Thatcher. Some other women might not care, but I’m liable to murder you.”
    “It’s just a nickname,” I said with a laugh as I finally got the door open.
    “A nickname?” she laughed. “Well, I know you don’t mean Mary of the Virgin variety, so you better explain.”
    “Poppins,” I clarified, but only after my ass hit the seat and both feet were in. She was more likely to wait for me if she was also waiting on an answer. “Where the hell did you get that Barbie in your purse?”
    She shrugged. “Stuff tends to build up in there.”
    “A Barbie? What else is in there? Tell me it’s handcuffs and a short skirt.”
    She shrugged again like it was the most normal thing in the world. “You better tell me where to go. I’m not good with directions.”
    “You just backtrack.”
    “All I remember is that your wang hangs left.”
    “Not my wang,” I contested through a laugh.
    She smiled. “Take it up with the judge.”
    “Only if the judge is you,” I teased back.
    “Put your boner away, Thatcher. The ruling is final,” she said with a wink and pretended to bang a gavel on the dash. My cock must have been a pretty shitty listener, though, because that fucker did the exact opposite. I shifted in my seat and pointed in the direction she should go.
    “Just follow this back around to the right and turn right at the light.”
    “Right? Are you sure?”
    “I’m sure,” I said with a secret smile.
    After she was done, I pointed out the next left, and that was when she really got suspicious.
    “Wasn’t the Saw Mill River Parkway back there? I thought I saw a sign.”
    “You have to go a different way to get back on,” I lied.
    Her eyes narrowed, but she kept driving for another mile before she questioned it.
    “I think your wang is fucking busted, Thatcher. I’m not seeing the Parkway anywhere.”
    “Oh, you know what?” I said, playing along. “I think you’re right. Just go right up here. You can turn around in this parking lot.”
    “Ughhhhhh,”