His Desire by Ana Fawkes Read Free Book Online

“I’ll be there.  Neither of you will know when, but trust me, I will be there.”
    Then Jonathan Black placed his lips to mine offering me the gentlest yet hottest kiss I’d ever had.

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    My nerves, again, worked to my advantage.  I thought about what I should have looked like, being a woman running away from powerful billionaire Jonathan Black, and I fit that description perfect.  When I got to the hotel, I parked as far away from the entrance as I could.  I hurried along the building to the front and rushed to the front desk, constantly looking over my shoulder.
    When I gave the room number, a young woman smiled and found the card for me.
    I looked over my shoulder again, expecting to see either Oliver Rush or Jonathan Black.  Or maybe both.  Maybe Jonathan would do something really crazy and make an example out of Oliver Rush in front of everyone in the lobby of the hotel.  I still wasn’t sure what the man was capable of, and dammit, it really turned me on. 
    “Are you okay?” the front desk woman asked me.
    “Is anybody okay?” I replied as I took the card from her.
    I was off again, this time choosing to skip the elevators and going for the steps.  It was only four sets of steps and I figured this way if anyone was on the elevators waiting for me, I’d surprise them.
    My mind reminded me of Jonathan Black’s strength, and anger.
    My mind reminded me of how aggressive Oliver Rush had been.  Trying to touch me.  Calling me a whore.  The attempt to pull a gun on me. 
    By the time I reached the door to Room 419, I was angry.  I was not in the mood to play any games and lure Oliver Rush in. 
    But I had to.
    It was Jonathan Black’s command.
    I slid the card into the door and then turned the handle.  When the door opened, I found Oliver Rush sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his hands at his face.
    “Oliver?” I whispered as I stepped inside the room.
    He jumped up, almost launching himself at me.
    “Isabella Grace, you’re really here…”
    I nodded. 
    I couldn’t stop shaking, fighting my body’s urge to attack Oliver Rush.  I also had to fight my eyes as I kept looking around room, waiting for Jonathan to show up.
    Oliver kept coming at me and when he just a few feet away, I stopped walking towards him and started taking steps back. 
    I was able to study his features and I was able to see why he was the kind of man who would steal billions from Jonathan Black.  His face was round and looked haggard.  He looked like a man who spent more time drinking and plotting than actually working.  I could picture him and Jonathan next to each other, Jonathan taller and wider, the alpha of the two.  Oliver Rush looked like the one who would ride the coattails of anything Jonathan did.  The major difference though was that while these pairings would have a sexy brawny man and a brainy man, Jonathan Black was both.  He had looks and brains.  Oliver Rush… he was just there.  A weasel.  His eyes full of lies. 
    “Don’t walk away,” he said to me.  “No, no.  Have I scared you?”
    I tried to snap back, realizing I could still mess this entire thing up.  But when Oliver Rush reached for me, I whimpered.  I wanted no other man to touch me.  If it wasn’t Jonathan Black, it was nobody important.
    “I didn’t mean to scare you,” Oliver Rush said.  “I was just trying to send a message to Jonathan.  I didn’t realize who you were, what you were.  Your beauty… oh, Isabella Grace…”
    His hand touched my cheek.  I shivered.  His fingers moved to my hair.  I shuddered.  He stepped towards me, inches separating our bodies from touching. 
    “I need you,” he whispered.  “I can give you the life you dream of.”
    I nodded.
    “I can,” he said.  “You’re with him because of the power, the money, the success.  That’s me too, Isabella Grace.  I’m just as powerful, just as rich, just as successful.  Except I have a heart.  I