Racing Heart (The Billionaire Brothers 1) by Victoria Villeneuve Read Free Book Online Page B

special planned.”
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    Erica was buzzing as though she were Megan’s maid of honor before her wedding.
    “Try these,” Erica said, tossing Megan a box containing silver earrings. Jewelry wasn’t the problem, they found. An hour of debate had produced little progress until Erica found a stunning, navy blue dress with lace cut-outs in the back of her closet and convinced Megan to try it on. After that, Erica’s advice had been simply for Megan to wear the sexiest things in her underwear drawer and get her hair into shape. They were so well organized that Megan had time to sit and do nothing before Jake arrived.
    “So, where’s Loverboy taking you?”
    Megan shrugged. “He didn’t say. All he said was that I should be prepared to stay overnight.”
    “Duh... Yeah!” Erica exclaimed, as if acknowledging the entirely predictable. “I mean, you could bring him back here, but I don’t know if we’re at that stage in our friendship yet.”
    “Stage?”
    “I’d try it if you wanted me to,” Erica said demurely. “For the sake of science.”
    “Try what?”
    “Never mind,” Erica said, swatting Megan away. “Did you charge your phone?”
    “Why, are you going to want text updates throughout the evening?” Megan joked.
    “I might! Besides, I’ve heard so little about your first date.”
    “And that’s the way it’s going to stay,” Megan assured her. A little detail was fine, she had decided, but she didn’t need all of her friends gossiping about it.
    “Oh, come on !” Erica complained, slumping into the sofa. “I’d tell you every last detail if I had a date with a guy that hot.”
    “Well,” Megan explained patiently, “we’re a little different in that particular way.”
    They heard a car pull up and, yet again, it was Erica who was first to the window. “No Lamborghini this time,” she said. “But I think you’ll like it.”
    Megan peeked through the front windows, almost reluctantly, and saw that their ride this evening was a gleaming, black limousine. “Wow.”
    “You have to admit, he keeps trying, even after you let him...”
    “Enough!” Megan found her purse, attached earrings and smoothed herself down. “How do I look?”
    Erica studied the brunette’s shapely figure, the way the dress accentuated all of her best features, and the sensuous wave formed by her hair. “If I were a guy,” Erica admitted, “I’d totally fuck you.”
    “Thanks, honey. Don’t wait up, OK?” Megan grabbed her packed overnight bag and headed for the door.
    “No, no. I’ll be fine with re-runs of Veronica Mars and a tub of Haagen Dazs. Don’t you worry about me.”
    It was almost a repeat of the beginning of their first date, and Megan was almost equally nervous. This time, she saw at once, Jake wore a custom-made dark suit, and had on aviators against the early evening sun.
    “Hi Jake,” she said, doing her best to sound unruffled in circumstances which were anything but. Always with this one and the fancy cars. Is he still trying to convince me that he’s rich?  
    “You look amazing... again,” Jake said, kissing her on the cheek, but then dispelled the formality and softly pressed his lips to hers. He tasted slightly of mint and he smelled amazing. “Care to take a seat in the back?”
    Jake opened the door to reveal a plush, leather interior which was surprisingly spacious, even given the stretched chassis. Once they were both seated, Jake called through to the driver. “OK, Manny. Ready when you are.”
    “Yes sir, Mr. McMahon,” Manny replied in an eastern European accent. “I’ll have you there in no time.”
    Megan fixed Jake with her gaze as the car took off. “Where’s ‘there’ tonight, Jake?”
    The young entrepreneur straightened his deep-red tie. “Would you mind if we retained the element of mystery for just a little longer?” he pleaded. “I enjoy surprises, especially if I’m not the one being surprised.”
    “OK. I’ll indulge you, just this