HEAT: A Bad Boy Romance by Jess Bentley, Natasha Wessex Read Free Book Online

installment, how about that?”
    “You’re a good man, Jeffrey. Make sure I get a link.”
    “Done and done, my friend.”
    He hangs up, and I take a moment to calm my panic. It’s the first time I’ve acted directly against my father’s interests. The chances he’ll find out it was me that circulated the story are slim. But once it’s out there that Janie Hall is being specifically targeted because she’s a successful single woman, everything else that comes out against her after will be suspect, and will only support the story Jeffrey puts out there.
    It only takes a piece off the board, though, as far as Reginald is concerned. Still, he’ll have to be more careful. Once the story circulates for a while and has time to simmer in the public mind, he’ll be in a tough position—if it ever comes out that he’s responsible for trying to cut Janie down, the backlash would be serious.

    T he link comes in about three hours later. In another two, it’s had over ten thousand likes and more than six thousand shares. The major feminist blogs are on fire, and there are even people calling for blood.
    I’m happy about that, and proud, but I can’t calm my worries. Still, done is done. You can’t take anything back from the internet and that’s the truth. It feels surprisingly good, and I want to go tell Janie what I did for her, but…
    There’s no way she’d believe me. Instead, I go to Ferry Lights, like it was any other evening, and calm my nerves with whiskey. It’s just the start of the evening, and it’s incomplete. What I need is a hot piece of ass to take my mind off all of this. Off of Reginald and his thug tactics, off of my own strangling inability to tell him off to his face instead of running around behind his back, off of Janie Hall and her… everything.
    Like flies to rotting fruit, the women descend upon me—many of them are the same ones that do so every night and I’m even pretty sure one or two are women I’ve slept with before. They don’t make a point of mentioning that. I’m certain they remember, especially if I do, but if I’m not going to admit to knowing them then they’re perfectly happy playing that game to win.
    One after the other I send them away. It’s like fishing for trout. One after the other the wrong one nibbles the bait and either gives it up or I throw them back. God, how long has it been since I went fishing? Maybe I should take the yacht out soon. My father loves to fish. Once, when I was a kid he took me…
    But no; I’m five drinks in and remembering that wrong. It wasn’t Reginald—it was the guy he hired to take me out on the ocean, a longtime champion swordfish guy. He was nice enough, almost fatherly in fact, but something about the presence of my bodyguards tainted the experience with an expectation of danger. Back then, Reginald had a lot of enemies. That was a while ago.
    I wonder if Janie likes to fish? She doesn’t seem the type, but then again she doesn’t seem like the sort of person who cares for hard work in general and yet there Red Hall stands, right? She’s not the sort of girl you can judge by her appearance. Those fitted dresses and sharp heels, that mane of thick hair that frames her face just right, those lips…
    Dozens of women, and not one of them catches my interest for even long enough to get me to a hotel room or, hell, even the back of the Maserati I drove here for a blow job. None of them are Janie Hall.
    It’s got to be that old classic, right? Every guy wants what he can’t have. I don’t remember the last time a woman played hard to get with me. I’ve been in the public eye so long now—since I was ten—that there’s never been a girl in my life who didn’t start out knowing who I was. Even Janie knew. But Janie didn’t try to sink her hooks into me.
    I had my father to thank for that. And I suppose, myself. If I had just said no, for once… who knows what might have been?

Chapter 10
    Janie
    “ I can’t stop myself