Heat Exchange (The Alpha Billionaire's Virgin Book 1) by Deana Farrady Read Free Book Online

shyly. "Your intercom's broken."
    He didn't smile back, which was a little surprising. Just looked her up and down, from her hair in its ponytail to her cardigan and skirt and ankle boots.
    "You're on time," he said.
    Oh wow, she'd forgotten that voice. Janey felt her legs tremble. No wonder the man did so much business over the phone. That voice could negotiate anything .
    Her nervousness increased.
    "I'm usually way too early for things," she said chattily. "For events of course because a late caterer is an out-of-business caterer and also when it's something I've been looking forward to for a long time like this." She couldn't help it; the words ran together in a rush.
    His lips did curve then. He spotted her three bulging totes and picked up two of them.
    "I've got a lot of stuff," she said. "Three more bags in the van."
    "Three more ? You drove your company van here?"
    She shrugged. "Since we'll be doing so much cooking, I thought I'd bring over some supplies. Plus, well, it's my only car. Normal people don't have more than one car. Even if we can afford it, there's no parking." The words came out all wrong. Her nervousness had to be obvious. Janey cringed; this was surely where he told her he'd made a mistake offering to devirginize a freak and sent her straight home.
    "Right, whereas I lease an entire parking lot for all my dozens of vehicles instead of using spaces in the parking garage like all the rest of the peons." Her bags in hand, he led the way through the entryway door into the lobby. Janey looked around. It was sparkling and elegant but not what she'd call luxurious. She picked up the last tote and followed Nyall to the elevator.
    "You're making fun of me about the cars, aren't you?"
    "You make it hard not to," he said.
    As they waited for the elevator, Janey couldn't help but make comparisons to that other time, in the lobby of the office building. This time, instead of the elevator indicator lights, it was her he watched. When the doors opened, he waited for her to go in first. And when they were alone in the elevator, he looked at her sardonically.
    She saw he'd selected the button to the fourth floor.
    "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Janey said.
    His brow lifted.
    "I guess it's wrong to hope that lightning strikes twice," she said, only half teasing.
    That brought out the amusement she remembered. "Have you developed a fetish for elevators now, Janey?"
    "I told you already I had one," she joked, just as the doors opened, then blabbered on as she followed him down the hallway. "So are these condos or apartments?"
    "Condos."
    "This is really where you live?"
    "Sometimes. Why, where did you think I lived?"
    "I don't know. A big mansion with a butler. But what do you mean, sometimes?"
    He set down the totes and fished out his key. "I also keep an apartment near the airport, a house on Long Beach, a chalet in France —" he shot her a sidelong look there "— and a place in Sacramento."
    None of those really surprised her except the last. " Sacramento ?"
    "My family's there." The door swung wide and he held it open, gesturing. "Come on in."
    Hastily she stepped inside, then set down the tote and looked around.
    The door clicked shut quietly behind her.
    She absorbed the bare floors, spare furnishings and the brown and gold color scheme in a glance. The windows were impressive enough that she could imagine how much light came in during the day. The layout was open and quite spacious, almost lobby-like, with entryways instead of halls and doorways. "This is very ni—"
    And she was spun around and backed up smack against the door.
    "Oh," she managed before Nyall's mouth settled onto her lips.
    That was stunning, and not just the unexpectedness of it. Even she could tell that the kiss, though soft and gentle, was extremely carnal. His body crowded her, heated her, and in so doing managed to coalesce all the passion that had been gathering in her over weeks of restless nights and lust-fogged days into a