Beautiful Secret (Beautiful Bastard #4) by Christina Lauren Read Free Book Online Page B

much I wanted to, taking a nap was exactly whatI shouldn’t do.

    Dammit.
    It was the second time in the same day I’d bolted upright from a dead sleep. Drooling.
    The room around me was almost completely dark, and for a moment, I had no idea where I was. Then it hit me: New York. The hotel.
    Niall Stella.
    I remembered showering and changing into a robe, deciding to rest my eyes just long enough for room service to get here and, well. Here we were.
    I stood, groaning at my stiff muscles while I wiped my face on the sleeve of my robe. Man, when I slept, I slept hard .
    As my eyes adjusted, I pushed open the drapes and forced myself to find my phone. There were two texts from my mom wondering if I’d landed yet, and one from Lola checking in. Having been unplugged all day, I held my breath before checking my email.
    Meeting tomorrow: that needs a read .
    Thoughts from Tony: that can wait until morning .
    Sale at Victoria’s Secret: oooh, I’ll flag that one for later .
    Note from Niall’s assistant— wait, what?
    She’d attached our updated schedule for the following day, along with the time we’d meet in the lobby, and a few points he wanted her to pass along. There was also the number to his cell,“ should anything problematic arise .”
    I stared at my screen.
    I had Niall Stella’s phone number.
    Dare I use it? Since I’d most certainly slept through my food being delivered, I could text him and see if he wanted to grab a bite to eat. But that didn’t really fall under the category of problematic , no matter how hungry I was. And if he hadn’t told his assistant to ask me about dinner plans, then I had to assume that was because he’d make his and I’d make mine.
    Only then did I realize I really had begun to imagine the next four weeks with Niall Stella and me together in the temporary New York office, or walking along Broadway, or passionately discussing work over meals at great, locals-recommended restaurants. I’d unconsciously imagined the way he would laugh at my new and witty inside jokes over a beer at the end of the day and how we would share knowing looks across the table at our flurry of upcoming meetings.
    But the reality was that I was most likely going to be sitting in the back of a crowded room taking notes, then returning alone to this hotel room for a month’s worth of room service meals.
    I couldn’t text him, and I definitely didn’t want to call room service again tonight.
    I checked my reflection in the mirror opposite the bathroom, and yikes: hair like a pile of hay, mascara smeared, pillow lines from temple to chin. I’d looked better after an all-nighter in college. UnlessI wanted to spend time making myself at least minimally presentable, I’d have to settle for a vending machine dinner of chips and diet soda.
    With a handful of dollar bills and a stack of change shoved into the pocket of my bathrobe, I opened the door slowly and peered out down the hallway. It was surprisingly shadowed and unfamiliar (hey, jet lag!): the walls were covered in a dark-patterned paper and each door was illuminated with a tiny neon plaque and doorbells.
    I spied the sign for an ice machine in the distance and tiptoed out, letting the door fall closed behind me. The carpet was soft and thick against the soles of my feet, a subtle reminder that beneath the cotton of my robe I was completely naked. I tried, but couldn’t hear the blurred shape of voices in a neighboring room, or even the hum of a television. It was too quiet, too still. The hallway stretched ominously dark in front of me. I took a few steps past my room, narrowing my eyes to prepare for the appearance of anything unexpected in the distance.
    “Ruby?”
    I let out a high-pitched squeal of surprise, flinching, and then squeezed my eyes closed as I recognized the voice, debating whether or not I should turn around. Maybe I could run away. Maybe I could pretend to be someone else and he would realize his mistake and go back down to