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

noticeable, and mortification held her in its iron grip, the temptation to cover her breasts with her hands gripping her. Instead, she merely glared at Mike, hoping he’d get the message. But of course he didn’t, instead his eyes darkened as he took visual possession of her body, and drank his fill until she thought she couldn’t stand the intrusion—but then if she thought his presence so abhorrent why did she feel that strangely delightful flutter in the pit of her stomach? That sudden desire flooding her core, racing through her blood like liquid fire as her eyes met his, and she could see the desires of her flesh reflected in his heated gaze?
    Mike had been watching her for about a minute before he’d felt compelled to make his presence known. She’d looked so radiant and joyful all of a sudden that he’d hardly recognized her. Obviously she’d thought she was alone, and for the first time since making her acquaintance she’d dropped her guard and had allowed her inner beauty to shine through. Too briefly, alas, for now she was back to her customary self. But in that brief moment he’d felt an emotion tug at his inner self he’d rarely felt before, if ever.
    And then there was that dress, of course. As his gaze dropped from the joyous expression on her face to the delightful swell of her full breasts and down to her narrow waist and round hips, the sudden hardening of his arousal was fierce and swift and took him completely by surprise.
    She was a spy, he reminded himself, which was a fatal flaw in his book. She was plotting to destroy Knight Enterprises from within, feeding vital information to the competition, which made her his mortal enemy, as the family business was the subject of his unwavering loyalty and commitment. And yet, as he watched the woman come alive before his very eyes, her beauty flowering in that gorgeous dress, it was all he could do not to cross the few feet separating them and fill his hands with the flesh she flaunted, cup her face while he drank his fill from the nectar of her lips and branded her his own right here, right now.
    The tension between them was palpable and crackled back and forth as their eyes locked, her breathing quickening, the valley between her breasts undulating as the dress erotically wedged the soft roundness of her bosom.
    He ground his teeth against the onslaught of his arousal, more powerful and unexpected than he cared to admit, and willed his body to assume its customary posture of cold hauteur toward her. But even as he turned away, he couldn’t deny that for the first time in his life a woman had managed to get under his skin with a single look. How she’d managed that feat was beyond him, and he recognized that the sensations she elicited in him were unwanted, coming on the eve of the most important business negotiations in his company’s recent history.
    The salesgirl had returned, and Mike had melted away into the store, but the effect he’d had on her was still coursing through her veins, melting her bones and ripping the resentment she felt toward him to ribbons. How could it be that a man who should have meant nothing to her—and to whom she was nothing—could affect her so powerfully with a single glance? What was it about Mike Knight that managed to turn her entire world upside down in a single day?
    She didn’t know and she didn’t care. This unwanted attraction she was experiencing—and she had no qualms calling a spade a spade: she was attracted to this very male man, no doubt about it—had no place in her life.
    She was happy by herself. And she most definitely didn’t have room in her life for an arrogant, demanding, overbearing, autocratic, lordly alpha male who liked to boss people around and coerce them into doing his bidding.
    She’d vowed five years ago never to fall for any man ever again. She’d painstakingly built herself a new life from scratch after the ordeal she’d faced and after the death of her parents, and no man