Billionaire Alpha 1: (A Bad Boy Billionaire Novel) by Ali Parker Read Free Book Online Page A

glance at them, but he's just not willing. I've never heard him say or seen him do anything that would cause me to question his ethics."
    "Very good. I'm happy to be here, and I'm in for Thursday."
    "Call if you need anything. You have lunch plans today?"
    "I'm going to catch up on getting this stuff together. I had a huge breakfast."
    "Suit yourself. I'll see you later, I'm sure. Just down the hall if you need me."
    "Thanks, Ben."
    She smiled and waited until he was gone before plopping down in her chair. Ben would have a heart attack if she repeated the panty conversation she'd overheard. He'd been playing with her, talking like that in front of her. He wasn't the perfectly professional guy that Ben thought he was. Did that make him a creep?
    Maybe he was just interested in her.
    "He's your stepbrother, for fuck ’ s sake."
    She growled and turned to her computer, her phone buzzing with a new text message. It was her mother, letting her know that they'd be having company for dinner. Her new brother would be dropping by to get to know Bethany better.
    Damon was coming to dinner?
    "Crap," she whispered. The handsome alpha was already on her mind much more than she was comfortable with. Too bad she wasn't blonde. She tugged at a strand of her hair, wondering what she'd look like as a blonde.
    She rolled her eyes at her wayward thoughts and dove into the complicated technology before her — no guide available or needed.

Chapter 7
     
     
     
    Bethany packed up at around six, grumbling over the fact that her mother had called twice during the last hour of work. She placed her laptop into the nice black bag that they ’ d left for her, which had the firm logo embroidered into it.
    Nervousness tugged at her stomach as she walked through the halls, her eyes moving about to ensure that if Damon walked out of an open office, she'd be prepared to encounter him.
    He probably thought she was a child, a young girl with too many brains and not enough courage to speak up. She should have called his ass on the rug for talking with his girlfriend inappropriately in front of her, but truth be known, she could only dream of a man like him demanding something of her.
    Her pathetic friendship with Jake rolled across her thoughts as she walked languidly to the elevator. She squeezed in as the doors opened and had to apologize when she stepped on a beautiful red-haired girl ’ s toe. The girl, who was about Bethany ’ s age, merely huffed.
    Bethany turned and put her hands in front of her waist, clasping her fingers together and trying to not take up too much space.
    The door opened and she moved out, Jake on her mind again. He had been a great guy, and yet had no drive to reach out and press her to a wall. He had wanted her for the last two years, she knew without doubt, and yet he never pressed her to do anything with him. Maybe if he had, things would have been different between them. She didn't want an alpha male dick forcing her to do anything, but a dominant male putting himself out there with commands and demands that only she could fulfill?
    She groaned softly at the thought.
     
    *
     
    The ride home was quick, the sun still shining late into the Texas evening. Bethany pulled up to Kent's large home. The circle drive was ornate and the house was framed by vibrant pink roses. The white brick gave the house a regal appearance, not to mention the bellboy who opened her door and took her keys from her. He was a few years younger than her and horribly shy. He spoke quickly, his eyes averted as if he were warned not to look at her.
    She thanked him and walked into the house, her mom walking down the hall toward her with a huge grin on her face.
    "There's my working girl. Tell me all about it!" Her mother stopped in front of her, pulling her into a tight hug.
    Bethany returned the gesture, feeling as if she were eight again and had just gotten home from elementary school. Her mom had a way of ushering in memories, good and bad.
    "It was