Ignited & Unhinged (Billionaire Secret, Book One)(Billionaire Romance, New Adult Romance, College Romance) by Lexi Summers Read Free Book Online Page A

some women lose themselves when there is a guy involved.” I sound pissed.
    All of the feelings from high school coming back.
    He holds up his hands, “Noted.”
    He looks…impressed? Baffled? Intrigued?
    I wave a hand and then cross my arms, leaning back against the soft booth, “Anyway, you were saying?”
    “Yes,” he pauses, folding his hands in front of him on the table, “I know you are new to this, but I wondered how open you would be to… broadening your horizons,” he chooses his words carefully.
    “What does that mean?” I shake my head.
    “Would you be willing to suspend any… preconceived notions about what you believe sex should be, and how pleasure should be experienced?”
    He’s speaking in a very formal way. Like he’s propositioning me for something.
    I’m nervous now.
    “This isn’t some kind of Fifty Shades thing, is it?” I half-joke, the smile not quite reaching my eyes.
    I lower my voice conspiratorially, “You’re not trying to tell me that you want to lock me up in a sex dungeon…”
    He laughs. Hard.
    The couple sitting nearest to us turns in our direction.
    “New or not, your imagination takes you to some dark places. No, I’m not a sadist, although I don’t look down on those who are.”
    OK .
    “Know many sadists, do you?” I’m half surprised he even gets the reference.
    “Probably more than your average Joe, but it isn’t my scene.” He waves the topic off like it doesn’t concern us.
    He leans forward and takes my hands.
    “I’d like to take you somewhere tonight, if you’re up to it.” He’s softer now, less formal.
    “It is a place of secrecy and pleasure. You won’t have to do anything, nothing will be asked of you and we can leave whenever you want.”
    Softer, but more mysterious.
    “Why do I feel like I’m Alice and you’re the Mad Hatter about to lead me down a rabbit hole?”
    His lips twitch up, “I’m not mad and you can choose whether you want to come with me and when you want to leave Wonderland.”
    We sit in silence, while his thumbs stroke the back of my hands.
    He’s dissecting my expression again.
    “What are you thinking?” he finally asks.
    I don’t know what to think. What to say.
    He squeezes my hands when I don’t answer right away.
    “I’m not sure.” Is all I’ve got.
    “I think you will like it. It’s about pleasure.” He looks hopeful.
    “Yours and mine,” he prods.
    Well I was all about experiencing pleasure these days.
    I don’t, however, want to be turned into some playboy’s plaything—and he isn’t giving me many details.
    Or any .
    “Can I keep my phone with me at all times in case you turn out to be a serial killer who keeps women in some secluded house in the woods?”
    Damon’s mouth falls open a little and then he chuckles.
    “Uh, OK sure. We have an app I can install on your phone, it will disable the camera and voice recording capabilities of your cell when you are…in the vicinity, but 911 will still work.”
    “We?” I question.
    He just grins.
    “And you can tell your suitemates that you will be out with me, in case you don’t come back, the police will know where to begin the investigation,” he jokes.
    I narrow my eyes at him.
    He can see the curiosity in my eyes. The need to know.
    The appetite for new experiences.
    The idea of going with him to find out what he has in store for me is a little scary and a little delicious.
    He gives me a wicked smile, he can see it all there in my face.
    “One night,” he challenges.
    The way he says it makes my insides turn.  
     

CHAPTER 8 Billionaire Secret: Prada & French Daybeds
     

I walk through Prince Gate, the main gate that secures The Campus from the rest of the city, at exactly 9PM.
    The central City Green is just opposite the gate, across the street.
    I’m unsteady walking on the old cobblestone pathway in my thin black heels. They match the long black Prada dress Damon had sent to my room.
    I wasn’t even sure how he knew it