Power Play (The Billionaire's Club: New Orleans) by Mallery Malone Read Free Book Online

that.” She looked up at him, a blush staining her cheeks again. “So, what are we doing for dinner?”
    “I wouldn’t mind ditching my idea and staying here instead,” he suggested.
    “And become the main attraction for my staff?” She shook her head. “No thanks.”
    “I understand.” He was used to being on display, but Macy wouldn’t be. “My original plan was to ride the bike over to Family Thai’s.”
    “Oh my God. I haven’t been there since college. Is that place really still open?”
    “I’m just as surprised as you are. They’ve made some changes, but the food is still delicious.” He gave her another long look because he could and he appreciated the view. “I thought we’d take my bike over, but I wouldn’t dare mess up your hair or your lovely outfit.”
    “If you’d met me at my house, I could have changed into something bike appropriate,”she retorted. “We’ll have to take my MINI Cooper. I parked out back.”
    “Macy.” He waited until she turned back around. “Look at me. Do I look like I can fit into a MINI Cooper?”
    She gave him a long, slow perusal that fired his blood and sent it straight to his cock. “No, I suppose not. You’ve definitely grown up, Raphael Jerroult. We’ve both changed a lot in the last eight years.”
    “We have. I look forward to getting to know the new version of you. So much so that I’ll even sacrifice my dignity and ride shotgun in your Cooper.”
    “It won’t be that bad. Follow me.”
    It wasn’t bad, at least not from Macy’s point of view. As for poor Raffie. … He had definitely filled out since college, his years as a Muay Thai fighter giving him bulk to go with his height that was a study in hilarity as he folded himself into the passenger seat of her MINI. Luckily it didn’t take long to drive to the Thai diner that was one of their old hangouts.
    “They have updated the place,” Macy observed as they made their way inside, taking in the upgraded décor. Though many of the patrons seemed to be college students, there were plenty of older couples and families there as well. “I like it.”
    “You’d better,” Raphael warned as he did that fighter thing of swinging his arms and craning his neck side to side to loosen his muscles. “It’s gonna take me a while to work the kinks out of my back. I think you’re going to owe me a massage.”
    “Just send me the bill, champ,” she tossed over her shoulder, smothering her laughter as a server led them back to an intimate corner. Although the idea of someone else running their hands all over him caused a flare of jealousy deep inside.
    Sweet baby Jesus, the man was impossibly, unbearably hot with his tousled blond hairand blue-green eyes staring at her as if she were a buffet that he very much wanted to devour. Tonight he wore a black leather motorcycle jacket that had seen better days over a white T-shirt stretched tight across his impeccable chest. It tucked into well-worn loose-fitting jeans that encased his long legs. Well-broken-in boots shod his feet. Looking at him, you would never know he was worth more than some small countries. Although she had a feeling that when most women looked at Raphael Jerroult, their first thought wasn’t the size of his bank account.
    She concentrated on the menu as the server relayed the specials for the night, hoping Raphael didn’t notice how gobsmacked she was over him. It probably happened so often that he no longer noticed. She had to remember that. There was a trail of women behind him, starting with her. There was no need to go there again.
    Soon enough they had their orders placed and matching cups of green tea in their hands. “So, Mr. Gazillionaire,” she drawled. “All that money and you bring me to an old college hangout for our first date in however long?”
    He grinned at her. “Why, my dear Miz Lovelace,” he drawled right back, “would you have really wanted to be caught dining with me at one of your