Pregnant by the Maverick Millionaire by Joss Wood Read Free Book Online Page B

asking.”
    Kade sent her a quick, assessing look. “I bet a lot of the guys hit on you.”
    Brodie cocked her head at him. “Why would you think that?”
    â€œSo they do, I can see it in your eyes. As for how I know...?” He shrugged. “Say I’m a guy and I’m looking for someone. Then I meet you and think, hey, she’s gorgeous and nice, I don’t need to look any further. Men are lazy.”
    â€œIt happens,” Brodie admitted.
    â€œHow do you deal with them?” Kade pulled on his dress shoes—hand-tooled black leather, Brodie noticed as she scooted off the bed and walked over to her dressing table. She picked up her diamond-and-emerald ring and threw it in his direction.
    â€œNice ring,” he commented and threw it back at her. “Except it’s fake.”
    â€œAs fake as the fiancés I invent every week so I have a good excuse not to date,” Brodie replied.
    â€œAh.” Kade bent over to tie his laces and turned his head to look at her. “You’ve never been tempted?”
    Brodie took a moment to consider his question. She was surprised when Kade’s eyes narrowed. With jealousy? Not possible.
    â€œMy clients are successful, frequently really nice, quite rich men. They drive expensive cars, have gorgeous homes and are intelligent. All very eligible.”
    Kade scowled.
    â€œBut they are also men who are looking to settle down and I am not.” Brodie placed her ring back in the shallow bowl holding the jewelry she most often wore. “Besides, becoming involved with a client, in any way, is very unprofessional.”
    â€œGood thing I’m not your client, nor will I ever be.” Kade sat up and reached for the two sides of his shirt. “I’d rather shoot myself than allow a matchmaker, you or anyone else, to set me up.”
    Brodie silently admitted she’d rather walk on molten lava than have him as a client.
    Kade cocked his head. “So why don’t you date?”
    Brodie flushed. “Because there are two types of dating. People either date for sex or date for a relationship. I don’t do relationships, as a rule. And I very rarely do—” she waved her hand at her bed “—this. I’m as virulently anticommitment as you think you are.”
    â€œAs I think I am?”
    Brodie shrugged. She’d seen him with his friends, seen how much he enjoyed his connection with them. He’d be a great husband, a stunning father—if he ever moved out of his party-hearty lifestyle.
    Kade held her eyes for a long moment before making a production of looking at his watch. He sent her a crooked grin. “I’m only in it for the hot sex, thanks.”
    Brodie smiled back. “Then don’t win the bid on my auction.”
    Kade reached into his bag for his bow tie and draped it around his neck, quickly tying it without the use of a mirror. “I very definitely won’t,” he promised her. “I’ve got to move or else Wren will have my head.”
    â€œHave fun.”
    Kade picked up his bag and jacket and walked over to her. He dropped a kiss on her temple, then her mouth. “I’d much rather be having fun with you.”
    Brodie made herself smile. She was pretty sure he said that to all the girls. “’Bye. See you.”
    â€œSee you,” Kade said, walking out of her bedroom. Within seconds she heard her front door open and close and two minutes later, heard the roar of his sports car.
    So that was that. She’d had the fantastic sex she’d been craving. But she’d forgotten how much she enjoyed talking to Kade, how easily they slid into intimate conversation. It was as if there were no barriers and it felt way more intimate than post-sex conversation should be. So why on earth was she craving more?

Four
    K ade reached for his glass and took a long sip of whiskey. How much longer could this damn ball last?
    It was eleven