Bedding The Billionaire (Bedding the Bachelors Book 3) by Virna Depaul Read Free Book Online

Rhys and Max Dalton’s new magic show tomorrow.
    At the thought of seeing her again, Jamie’s cock twitched. He didn’t know how or why Lucy had gotten under his skin, but she had, and no matter how much she insisted they could only be friends, he could still feel her there. Only one other woman had ever made him feel that before, and she hadn’t been able to deal with the fact Jamie came from money either.
    Except with Lucy, he’d thought she’d be able to deal. That her sense of self was strong enough that she’d be able to adapt and, if necessary, stand toe to toe with those who might try to lord over her.
    He’d just wanted to enjoy more time with her before he told her about his background.
    In the end, he’d been wrong about her ability to deal.
    Hell, just the knowledge that he came from money had sent her into a tailspin.
    Ultimately, that meant Lucy was right. They really couldn’t be more than friends.
    He just had to keep reminding himself that.
    “I’m not interested,” he finally said to Gabe. “You go for it. Or you,” he said to Cole.
    Jamie had been friends with Gabe and the other guys at the bachelor party since college. They came from diverse backgrounds but without fail, they got together at least once a year, and even more important, they had each other’s backs. At least some things were meant to last.
    “I think I’ll pass, too,” Gabe said. “Gotta keep my head space clear to focus on my best man duties in case Eric gets cold feet and decides to make a break for it.”
    Jamie chuckled. “Yeah, right. Like that would ever happen.”
    For some reason, Gabe’s jaw tightened for a few seconds before he said, “How’s the transition from academia to the business world going? Any regrets?”
    “None,” Jamie said, though he knew it wasn’t that simple. It was true, he didn’t regret being back working for the family business. Didn’t mean he didn’t miss teaching. “I have to be up early tomorrow morning to sign a few contracts. Go over some reports,” he said. “Then as soon as Brianne’s wedding is over, I’ll be jumping into things full force.” His family was getting ready to embark on a groundbreaking enterprise—revolutionizing the way airplane parts were produced in order to reduce how often they had to be replaced—and it was up to Jamie to convince an entire town to go along with it. Summitville wasn’t exactly in favor of Whitcomb Enterprises’s latest endeavor.
    Actually, they weren’t in favor of him . Back in college, he’d dated the current mayor’s daughter, only to have the relationship end in disaster.
    “Well, I’m going in,” Cole said, interrupting Jamie’s thoughts.
    Cole stood up, and for a moment his massive frame completely blocked Jamie’s view. He was one solid block of muscle from head to toe. His arms were covered with tattoo sleeves, which he now adeptly hid under his business suits when he went to work. The rest of the time, like now, Cole wore a tee, leather vest, worn jeans, and biker boots. Combined with the tidy goatee he sported, he looked like the bad ass he was.
    The music in the nightclub shifted beats, morphing into something fast and furious. Jamie saw Eric talking to several women. Despite the lustful gleam in the women’s eyes, he was probably regaling them with stories about his fiancée.
    Jamie made his way over to them, but not before handing a couple hundred-dollar bills to the bartender, who gave him a look of gratification when he said he didn’t want change. Jamie didn’t believe in squandering money, but he tipped well. He knew the value of hard work, and when someone gave him excellent service—the way the bartender had made sure the bachelor party attendee’s glasses were full all night long—Jamie figured they deserved it.
    Not everyone was fortunate enough to be born into wealth. His father had drilled it into his head—like the Spiderman saying, only with a twist: with great wealth comes great