Stirring Up Trouble (Inspiring the Greek Billionaire) by Shelly Bell Read Free Book Online Page B

opportunity to get her in his bed.
    Braden switched seats, feeling the warmth of Lola’s behind left in the chair. He spun around, over and over. Jon wasn’t the only one who could use Reina as an excuse to get her into bed. Tomorrow, he’d make her an offer she couldn’t refuse. And he couldn’t wait.

CHAPTER 6
    Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
    William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night , act 2, scene 5
    As Lola sat in the passenger seat next to Jon in his oversized SUV, she nibbled on her thumbnail and wondered why she was here.
    She wasn’t used to second-guessing her decisions, but right now, she had doubts. Usually, she flew through life like a bird heading south for the winter. All instinct and no looking back. But Braden was messing with her head. Not to mention her hormones.
    “Are you sure you won’t come home with me?” Jon asked, hope shining in his brown puppy dog eyes.
    Hmm. Now that Lola thought about it, he did resemble a Basset Hound.
    In fact, she wasn’t attracted to him even a little.
    Now, what she felt with Braden? That blew everything else out of the water. She’d always found him attractive. She wasn’t blind. Who wouldn’t find a six-foot two, two hundred pound Greek billionaire with sandy brown hair, green eyes, and olive-colored skin attractive? But since he owned the restaurant she played at, she’d considered him hands-off. Not that he was her boss. She’d made that abundantly clear time and time again. But he considered her an employee. That had been their first verbal sparring match, and she’d say it came out as a draw. That’s when she knew he was dangerous, and she’d have to stay away from him because he attracted her mind as well as her body. A mind which cranked at warp speed all the time. No one could keep up with her. Until Braden.
    Today he’d given her a mind-blowing, soul-shattering orgasm, and twice he’d almost kissed her. Not only that, she’d shared details about her life with him that no one knew. She’d trusted him with her secret and she didn’t trust anyone other than Portia.
    She studied Jon, her throat constricting. She wasn’t great at identifying her emotions, but she felt this one so much, she knew it instantly as guilt. “I’m sure. I’m sorry. I don’t want to cross any boundaries with you. I value your friendship too much.”
    He took a hand from the steering wheel and patted her thigh. “I value you, too, darling. That’s why I haven’t pushed you to do anything you weren’t ready for. We’re friends. You can always count on me to be there for you, even when you move on to greener pastures.”
    Fifteen cities in five years and she hadn’t found those ‘greener pastures’ yet. Just the usual cement and dirt. Maybe she should move out to the country like a cow.
    Jon returned his hand to the wheel, readjusting to the two and ten o’clock positions. Like clockwork, he’d always follow the same patterns. His predictability comforted her. “Is there something going on between you and Braden?”
    Nervous, she dug a pen out of her purse. “Why would you ask that?”
    “You didn’t deny it.”
    Twirling the pen in her fingers, she debated what to reveal. If she trusted Braden, who she barely knew, shouldn’t she trust Jon, the man she’d spent all her free time with since moving to Michigan? The person who’d wined and dined her these last six months without expecting anything in return other than friendship? “The other day at my sister’s engagement party, I was given an inheritance by my late Uncle Alexander Stavros.”
    “You’ve never mentioned having an uncle or any family other than Reina and Portia.” He turned his head, taking his eyes off the road momentarily. “Wait. The Alexander Stavros?”
    She nodded. “The one and the same. My mother’s sister was his second wife. We didn’t have anything to do with them, but for some reason, he helped me out when I moved to