Dragon: A Bad Boy Romance by Danielle Slater, Lena Blackstone Read Free Book Online Page A

with the douchebag boyfriend this morning, so I'm officially on the clock. Luckily, I'm not expected to actually sit in her bedroom while she sleeps. Instead, I wait in the living room, feeling like a burglar or something. I could use a cup of coffee, but I don't want to ask the cook to make me one, like I'm her boss or something, and I don't think I'm even allowed to make my own.
    Finally, she appears, still in her robe. Her hair is tousled and her eyes are sleepy. I can't help wondering if she has anything on underneath. Fuck! It's easy to hate her when she's not there, but now that she's here, my cock is doing all the thinking for me, and he likes her a lot.
    "Hey," she says, curling up in an armchair. "You sleep okay?"
    "Like a log," I say neutrally. Apart from when I chased your stalker through the grounds.
    We sit for a moment, not looking at each other, each waiting for the other to address the elephant in the room. She breaks first.
    "I didn't realize you knew my father," she begins.
    "I didn't realize he was your father," I shoot back. "He describes you very differently."
    She looks away, but not before I noticed that she is blushing.
    "He… He doesn't know…"
    "That daddy's little princess gets her kicks from fucking strange men?" I finish. I don't know why I'm being like this. Maybe it's because I'm tired.
    "It's not like that," she says quietly.
    "It's exactly like that, darling," I say. "And your boyfriend, Carl? Does he know? Is it some sort of sex game? He likes to know his woman is being fucked by a real man?"
    I've crossed the line, but I don't give a shit.
    "I'm not his woman ," she hisses. "He doesn't know. Nobody knows. Nobody except me and you, and it had better stay that way, for both our sakes."
    "Your secret's safe with me, darling," I say. "I'm sure you regret it as much as I do."
    She stares at me, frowning. "I don't –"
    She's interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. Tony is home, and from the sounds of it, he's brought the douchebag with him. Whatever she was going to say, she's not saying it in front of them.
     
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    Two hours later, I don't regret fucking her. Hell, I'm glad I did it. The knowledge that I've fucked Carl's girlfriend, not once but twice, is all that saving him from a beating right now. If he recognizes me from last night, he's not showing it. Even if he does, he's a lot cockier now that he has Tony to back him up.
    "So," he says, when he is finally finished talking about himself, "you're like a personal assistant or something, are you? Driving the car, carrying the shopping bags?"
    He's acting like it's the most hilarious joke he's ever heard. What pisses me off the most is that I know that he knows exactly why I'm here. Freeman has told him everything. The only person in the room who doesn't know is Honey.
    "Something like that," I say, not rising to the bait.
    "I guess it's a pretty good job," he says, smiling, "for someone like you."
    I see an angry expression flash across Honey's face, just for a split second. But then she smiles, and lays a small, slim hand on his thigh.
    "Carl is a lawyer," she says.
    This, of course, is enough. Carl immediately starts droning on about his distinguished law career, as Tony and Honey hang on his every word. I smile politely, all the time picturing the way she'd stifled her moans in the restaurant bathroom.
    He finally leaves, after making arrangements to take her out again in the evening – to 'somewhere better'. Christ, does these people never eat at home? Tony has gone to 'work', and we are alone again. She heads up to her room, and I follow her.
    “Want me to help you pick out a dress for tonight?” I say, as I lounge against the doorway, “since I'm your personal assistant?”
    “I don't think so,” she bites back. “Just fuck off downstairs. I need to get changed.”
    “Why so shy? Don't worry, I'm not interested.”
    Interestingly, this seems to piss her off more than anything else I've said. She strides