Born to be Bad (International Bad Boys Book 3) by Carol Marinelli Read Free Book Online Page B

heart.
    She simply wouldn’t give him that power.
    “Miscommunication?” Milly frowned as she frantically tried to recall Simon’s words to her this morning. “You said you wanted vanilla. I delivered.”
    “Milly . . . ”
    “Frankly, I was rather expecting you to tie me up and give me a spanking. I’ve heard that you’re generally more into that.” She watched as he swallowed just a touch uncomfortably. “On your knees, souka ,” Milly sweetly smiled. “I got off lightly!”
    “Milly . . . ” Roman started, but he did not finish and she watched him shake his head.
    He was honestly trying to clear it as the waiter came over.
    “What do you want to drink?” Roman asked, expecting her to ask for water.
    “Champagne,” Milly said, more than happy to drown her nerves with one glass.
    Roman turned to the waiter. “Double shot espresso and a glass of champagne.”
    “Your best champagne,” Milly corrected and gave Roman a smile.
    “Of course.”
    She confused him.
    He thought of the bloodied sheets and hell, maybe she’d got her period or something, but no, she’d gone to slap his cheek.
    “You were upset this morning,” Roman said.
    Milly gave a tight shrug.
    “You were.”
    “You’re a billionaire, Roman,” Milly said.
    “Now I know you’re lying,” Roman shot back. “I paid you very well and you know it.”
    “Maybe, but I can still resent you in the morning.” Milly said. “Look Roman, you wanted to make love last night and so I let you think that we were . . . ”
    “Are you saying that didn’t enjoy it?”
    “Roman, I’m an actress . . . ”
    “Fuck off . . . ” Roman said. “No way were you acting last night.”
    “Oh sorry, do I still have to stroke your ego?” She blew him a kiss as their drinks were served. “ You were amazing, Roman.”
    “Hey.” He put up his hands. “I just came to apologise. I woke up this morning and I was worried that I’d led you on this night and that I had hurt your feelings . . . ”
    “Well, you didn’t.” Milly took a grateful sip of her champagne.
    “And you did enjoy it,” Roman said, surprised that it actually mattered.
    “I am allowed to enjoy my work!”
    It didn’t mollify him though, and Milly knew he didn’t fully believe her.
    “I like sex.” Milly said. “Though I am a bit new to being paid for it. When mum went into a home, we had to use her house to fund it. I’m living in a crappy bedsit and I was moaning to Simon . . . ” Roman blinked, he was starting to believe her, Milly realised, and so she pushed on. “He scored some pilot last night, and I had the choice between Clifford or you . . . ”
    “Milly,” Roman said, not fully convinced. “Some of the things I told you last night . . . ”
    “Don’t worry.” She had never been more grateful to Simon for giving her that pep talk. “What’s said between the sheets stays between the sheets. I’d never work again otherwise.”
    Roman couldn’t be sure if she was bluffing him—he believed in no-one, yet something told him Milly would not reveal any of what was said last night and it had nothing to do with client privileges.
    His phone started to ring and he glanced at it.
    “I have to take this call,” Roman said and Milly nodded.
    He spoke in Russian and she watched as he scratched at his neck, clearly not comfortable with whatever was being discussed.
    “That was my father’s nursing home,” Roman said. “He’s taken another turn for the worse.”
    What would the old Milly have said? Milly thought, because if she was going to keep this game up, then she had to carry on with him as she had before.
    “I’m sorry to hear that.” And, because they’d been intimate, she took his hand and gave it a squeeze. “I really am.”
    Roman looked down at her fingers and then to her green eyes that smiled back at him and there wasn’t even a trace of discomfort that he could see.
    “Sorry, Roman.” She let go of his hand