CRAVED (By the Alpha Billionaire #1) by Rossi St. James Read Free Book Online Page A

my shitty day out on this very attractive man who just so dared to make small talk with me at a hotel bar.
    Sawyer turned around slowly, an incredulous look on his face. “Wow.”
    “I’m sorry,” I said, my hand rushing to his shoulder. “Really. I’m so sorry. That was completely uncalled for. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.”
    I wanted to leave. I wanted to pretend that I hadn’t been an annoying, drunk bitch to this poor stranger. I wanted to go home and forget I’d ever stepped foot inside the Moonlight Lounge connected to the local Best Western. But I couldn’t leave. I’d been drinking heavily all night, and Louie wouldn’t allow it.
    “Excuse me,” I said, grabbing my purse and stumbling out of the bar. I made a bee line for the hotel lobby where I promptly reserved a suite and headed to the elevator. I fully intended to take off all my clothes, soak in a hot bath, wrap myself in a fluffy, white robe and order a pizza. If I was still coherent after that, I’d probably raid the mini bar.
    I found my room and pulled the keycard from the paper envelope.
    “So we meet again.”
    I turned around to find Sawyer directly behind me, his own keycard in hand as he walked to a door just one down from mine. We were staying right next to each other.
    My cheeks flushed ten shades of crimson. I’d bolted out of the bar to get away from him. It was just my luck that we’d be staying in neighboring rooms.
    “What’s up with this shrinking violet act all of a sudden?” he said with a smirk. “You make one remark about my cock, never having the pleasure of seeing it I might add, and all of a sudden you run away blushing?”
    “Look, I said I was sorry. I’ve had a really horrible day. Can you just cut me a little slack, please? Maybe pretend we never met and go on your little way?”
    “And there she is again,” he mused. “Mouthy Maisie.”
    I rolled my eyes.
    “I’ll have you know, my cock is huge. And I know most guys say that, but mine really is. But you’ll never know that, Mouthy Maisie, because you’re a lot of talk and no action. I can tell.”
    “You don’t know a damn thing about me,” I said, crossing my arms and squaring my gaze with his. I pushed away any and all thoughts that crept into my mind about his cock and how big it was. Or wasn’t.
    “I know you talk too much,” he said. “You didn’t shut up at the bar for two seconds, rambling on and on to the bartender like he gave two shits. I know you walked in on your boyfriend pounding your stepsister. I know you came here because you’re trying to forget about what you saw, as if alcohol was the perfect solution.”
    He huffed like the arrogant asshole he seemed to be.
    “Okay, Sawyer, what’s the perfect solution then?” I asked. “What could possibly make me forget about everything I saw earlier today?”
    He walked up to me, steady like a freight train, until our mouths held in limbo mere inches apart. The faint musk of an expensive cologne permeated off his warm skin and into my lungs. I swallowed the lump in my throat but it came right back.
    “Me,” he said. He lifted his hand to my face, twirling a strand of blonde hair around his fingers. “I could make you forget he ever existed.”
    My heart drummed in my chest, and I closed my eyes for only a minute. I wanted to forget. I wanted to forget my ex ever existed.
    “I don’t fuck strangers,” I said, though secretly the idea of it excited me. I’d been with Luke since high school. He was the only thing, or dick rather, I’d ever experienced. “I told you that at the bar.”
    “I wasn’t offering.”
    “Could’ve fooled me.”
    “I was just making a statement.” He shrugged and headed back to his door.
    I swiped my keycard and entered my room, unable to ignore the warmth and wetness invading my core.
    For five years, I’d been Luke’s loyal, devoted little girlfriend, patiently waiting for the day he’d finally decide to pop the question. My one