Bedding the Geek Tycoon by Desiree Crimson Read Free Book Online Page B

is my attempt to change that. Will you come inside?”
    What other choice did she have? The truck was already being taken to a garage bigger than Jenn’s apartment. But even more than that, she couldn’t resist the need for answers.
    The hallway had a huge, sweeping staircase. A chandelier. A freaking piano .
    And there was a massive painting of a gray-haired man in a pinstripe suit hanging on the wall. Jenn tipped her head to the side, studying the portrait. “Grandpa Stone?”
    Ryan’s body pressed against her back. His hands smoothed down her shoulders. “Patrick Turner.” A beat. “My father.”
    She gasped and turned around. “You’re the son of Patrick Turner ? As in, founder of Turner Industries, Patrick Turner?”
    He looked pained. The expression was confirmation enough. “That encryption I brought to you—it’s the algorithm protecting all of Turner’s employee and client data. You’re the best security programmer in the industry. I had to know if you could crack it, so that I could learn how to protect it better. So I could protect my employees better. The virus was to ensure you couldn’t keep the solution from me.”
    She stared at him. When she didn’t respond, he went on.
    “I did some research before approaching you. I put together a profile.” He ran his knuckles down her cheek. “What I found… a brilliant mind, a perfect ass, and problems with authority. I couldn’t imagine you would take it well if I approached you as owner of Turner Industries. I didn’t know if I could trust you.”
    Jenn gaped, but only part of what he’d said managed to penetrate her skull. “Perfect ass?”
    His hand slid down her spine to cup her posterior, giving it a possessive squeeze. The gesture pulled her pelvis hard against his. “I couldn’t commission an artist to sculpt one better.”
    “But you used me. Took advantage of my trust.” Her throat grew thick, and her eyes burned.
    He slid two fingertips under her chin and tipped her head up. Ryan bent down and brushed his lips across the tears on her cheekbone, then down the side of her face, kissing the tears that shivered on the bottom of her jaw. Jenn let her eyes fall shut.
    “I will always regret that,” he murmured. “I hope you can find a way to forgive me.”
    Jenn searched for words and found nothing. She stepped back from his distracting strokes and stared at her hands. Oscar’s blood was still on them. “I want to shower now. Alone, I think.”
    He gave an understanding nod and showed her to the bathroom. The tub was the size of a small swimming pool.
    After all the ways he had dominated her body, she half-expected him to climb in with her, even though she asked to be alone. But he only came into the bathroom long enough to drop off a fluffy towel and bathrobe, and then left.
    She showered alone in the glass block shower, taking time to think as she massaged soapy water over her limbs.
    So Ryan Stone wasn’t just a brilliant programmer. He was rich. He was powerful.
    He had rocked her world in more ways than one—romanced her and fucked her and turned her life upside-down.
    Most significantly, Ryan had lied to her. Used her.
    He had also apologized.
    So what was the truth? Was Ryan Stone a ruthless man out to commit corporate espionage? Or was he just looking out for his employees and clients, without regard for who he might step on while he did it?
    When she emerged, she found him contemplating another painting in the hallway. It was the same man from the foyer—Patrick Turner—but he was younger, and he looked a lot like Ryan. He had a little boy at his side.
    Hesitantly, Jenn wrapped her arms around Ryan from behind. His muscles were tense.
    She pressed her cheek between his shoulder blades. “I don’t know if I can trust you,” she whispered. “I want to, but… you put a virus on my computers. You lied. It’s a hell of an introduction.”
    He didn’t move. “I know.”
    “But I want to trust you. I want to believe