The Billionaire's Disgraced Virgin (Billionaire Knights Book 2) by Nic Saint Read Free Book Online Page A

needn’t have a hope to flee from this assignment. She was his captive now, and would have to do his bidding no matter whether she liked it or not. But then he left and the salesgirl brought in clothes for her to try on, and she felt a sudden lifting of her spirits. At least if nothing else she had the once in a lifetime experience of having been given carte blanche to shop at Harvey Nichols. Trying on outfit after outfit, she was starting to feel quite happy. It was the absence of Mike, she knew, the shadow that loomed over her since he’d come into her life finally lifted, to allow her a moment’s respite and the chance to breathe freely before going under once more.
    The salesgirl was more forthcoming than she would have expected, but then she was sure that Mike’s unlimited spending capacity had something to do with that. ”You have a great figure,” the girl told her admiringly, “and with the right outfits you will knock your boyfriend’s socks off.”
    “Oh, but he isn’t my boyfriend,” she hastened to point out. “He’s my boss.”
    The girl’s face morphed into a look of sheer female admiration. “I wish I had a boss like that.”
    In spite of her terrible ordeal she had to smile at that. Yes, Mike Knight, in spite of his many faults, most definitely was the kind of man women flocked to. The kind of man who drew admiring looks whenever he walked into a room.
    “I think you’ll need another blouse to go with that,” the girl said when Chloe was modeling a powder-blue suit that looked about a thousand times better than the one she’d walked into the store with. She’d never indulged in shopping sprees like this, and only now realized what a joy it could be, especially when you didn’t have to check the price tag before adding an item to your list of purchases. The final item was an evening dress, a black silk strapless pencil dress that hugged her curves. It was delightfully sexy, something she’d never, ever allow herself to wear, except perhaps in the privacy of her own bedroom.
    If any man saw her in this, she’d simply die of embarrassment and shame!
    She twirled around, admiring the scooping neckline, which left quite a bit of flesh bare. She wasn’t going to take this dress, of course, but it felt nice to wear it just this once. Wearing a dress like this at the weekend went against her entire raison d’être, since she wanted to keep a low profile, and not draw any attention to herself, especially the kind of male attention that had brought her into trouble the last time she’d caught a man’s eye. But the moment she’d slipped into the dress she’d fallen in love with it, and now it felt as if it was simply made for her. It was wonderful to experience the pleasure of feeling like a woman for the first time in years—and a very sexy woman at that, she naughtily allowed.
    She gasped when a male voice intruded on her musings.
    “If you wear that to dinner Sir Holmes will sign whatever deal I propose.”
    Mike was leaning against the door, casually glancing at her. With a rush of heat she wondered how long he’d been standing there watching her! Instantly the usual guarded expression returned to her features, the joyous woman reveling in her womanhood safely tucked away behind a wall of indifference.
    “You told me to buy an evening dress. I’m simply following your orders,” she told him guardedly. She wanted to cover herself up—to hide the skin she knew she was showing in this dress—but knew she couldn’t. She’d be making a total fool of herself if she did, even if she was hoping he would simply leave!
    But instead his eyes lingered, sliding ever so slowly over her curvaceous body, now so provocatively on display, taking in every peak and valley, every swell and dip, and sensations she’d long held at bay suddenly swarmed her, provoking an unwanted but unstoppable tightening in her breasts, her nipples responding by hardening visibly. The effect, she knew, was clearly