The Billionaires Mistress by Marie Kelly Read Free Book Online Page B

him. She had noticed him pulling out his phone, as he had typed something into the small device Jenna at the time feeling the cold sensation of jealousy as she had looked away, not wanting to stare as he had taken the woman’s details.
     
    Once more she had let her fingers run along her lips, the memory of his kiss again filling her mind. In a few days she would be leaving, not just his brother’s home but the country and for the first time in her life, Jenna had felt swamped with the need to do something she had never done before. Standing she had brushed out her hair, choosing not to listen to the voice of reason trying to stop her determined course of action.
     
    She wanted Ryan, could feel the need for him burning so deep within her veins, and while he might not feel the same, she had to see if the attraction she felt so strongly was reciprocated. If not then she could carry on with her life, not living with the ghost of “what if?”.
     
    Slowly Jenna had moved from her room, the apartment silent and dark as she had made her way to his room, her heart thumping loudly in her chest. Reaching his door, she had gently tapped the wooden surface hearing nothing as she had stood, her teeth savaging her bottom lip, the nerves knotting her stomach. After a few undecided moments, she had taken hold of the knob and opened it hearing the small creak as she had moved into his room.
     
    “Ryan”
     
    She had whispered softly, hearing no return sound. Mustering up her courage, she had moved further into the room, finally able to see his bed, expecting to see his sleeping form between the sheets. However, the bed was empty, still made, Jenna feeling the cold realisation swamping her. Ryan had done his duty ensuring that she would be safe from the paparazzi, the sick realisation filling her that no doubt he was in the arms of the beautiful woman whose details he had taken earlier. Turning slowly she had made her way back to her own room, feeling the stinging tears rise in her eyes.
     
    “Stupid, stupid, stupid” she had cried between clenched teeth as the tears had found their way down her face, her mind mocking her. What the hell had she expected? Someone like Ryan Trudeau would not be interested in somebody like her.
     
    That night she had slept very little, her dreams full of images of his smiling face, the feel of his arms around her, Jenna sighing. As she had woken groggily from yet another disturbed doze, she had finally given up, throwing the sheets from her and moving to the shower.
     
    Once ready she had moved out to the kitchen making herself a hot drink of tea her mind reliving the events of the previous evening for the thousandth time. In the cold light of morning she had felt relief that he had not been in his room, hardly believing her own behaviour. However she had groaned softly at the memory of his kiss, even knowing that it had been staged only to save her from the paparazzi, still amazed at the way it had affected her.
     
    The sound of sudden movement had caused her to lift her head, pushing the memories aside as Ryan, fully dressed had moved into the kitchen. Feeling the blush rising in her she had quickly turned to hide her discomfort. He however had looked tired, moving in the manner of a man still half asleep.
     
    “Morning” he had mumbled sleepily, flopping down on the stool beside where she had sat.
     
    “Morning” she had returned, her voice as upbeat as she could make it.
     
    “Coffee?”
     
    Seeing as he had flashed her a thankful smile.
     
    “Yes please.......and hold the water”.
     
    She had chuckled despite the many emotions running through her.
     
    “Could you not sleep”?
     
    She had asked innocently, kicking herself for delving. He however had shaken his head.
     
    “I wish......I never got to bed till four”.
     
    Jenna had not even asked, not wanting to know more, as she had moved to the other side of the counter from him handing him the coffee which he had taken