Crazy Nights (The Barrington Billionaires Book 3) by Danielle Stewart Read Free Book Online

uninterested.
    “It’s work. I’ve got to go,” he breathed out as he loosened his grip, letting her body slide down the wall and her feet hit the floor. Leaving her empty and unfulfilled.
    He tucked his shirt back into his pants and wiped her lipstick from his lips. “Flip the lock on this door when I go. You should keep it locked.”
    “You won’t be back tonight?” she asked, covering herself up as best she could with her hands and trying to feel anything besides mortified.
    “No.” He was pulling at the door before she could ask him anything else. As his back disappeared and the heavy hotel door clanked shut she froze. What the hell had just happened?
    Emmitt looked down at his cell phone and nearly crushed it with his bare hands as he read the text from Jessica again.
    Jessica: Did u find her? I have this terrible feeling she’s with some dirtbag who is trying to make a move on her.
    She wasn’t all that far off in her worries. Though he hadn’t planned it, seeing Evie in that thin cotton robe had left him feeling helpless against the lust. It was painful to think what he could be doing to her body this very minute if Jessica’s timely text message hadn’t reminded him who he was dealing with. It’s not that he hadn’t broken dozens of hearts before. It didn’t bother him to think about how many women he left in his wake. But there was something about Evie. Something delicate and endearing he couldn’t seem to shake. The women who had come before would inevitably bounce back from his leaving, but Evie didn’t seem like she would. He’d been a great barometer for women in the past: the lowest measure of a man that they could use to build the list of things they actually wanted in a relationship. He was the before, and the next guy they found was always the after. But Evie was different, even if he couldn’t articulate why.
    The idea of using her, owning her body, and then leaving her behind, made his gut twist up with guilt. It was a weakness, something he hated, but for some reason it grew more powerful by the minute. The more time he spent with her the more he knew it to be true. The right thing to do was to forget the idea of fucking her. Stop imagining her long golden hair swept over one of her shoulders as she rode him, his hand clamped on her hips, guiding her up and down. He couldn’t continue to picture her hidden behind the thick steam of the shower, touching her body coyly, and begging him to join her. He couldn’t . . .
    “Fuck,” he murmured to himself as the ding of the elevator brought him back to reality. Emmitt’s reputation was one of a selfish, thoughtless prick. Usually he didn’t walk away from a horny woman just because he was afraid, in the end, he might hurt her. So what the hell was happening to him?

Chapter 8
    T wo days . Emmitt had been gone for two days without so much as a phone call or a text message. She’d called his room a couple times and even knocked on the door. But there was no sign of him. The woman at the front desk assured her he hadn’t checked out, but she wouldn’t provide any other information if she had it.
    Evie had spent the time mostly in the hotel. Since she threw Emmitt’s cash back in his face, she was relying mostly on billing things to the room. It wasn’t technically the high road since it was still his money, but a girl had to eat. The money she had in her bank account had to be conserved since she had no real prospects for a future at all.
    She rinsed the last bit of lavender conditioner out of her hair and spun the shower knobs to the off position. Grabbing a clean fluffy towel, she wrapped herself up and swept her hand across the steam of the mirror. She looked hard into her own face as though the answer to the nagging question might be there. Why the hell did he leave?
    Evie was no prude, but she wasn’t promiscuous either. Her high school boyfriend was her first, and they stayed together for a couple years after that. When he went