The Billionaires Sub by MS Parker Read Free Book Online Page B

my resistance was down. I pushed my hair back from my face as I looked from one end of the street to the other. There were other people on the sidewalk, some with umbrellas, some walking toward cars they’d clearly valeted. I saw a few getting into limos.
    “But not a single fucking taxi,” I muttered.
    I had options that even my muddled brain could think of. I could go back inside, and ask the bartender to call me a taxi. I could call information on my phone, and get connected to a taxi company, hoping it was the one with the best rates. I could try to figure out one of those car service apps. Or I could completely humiliate myself by trying to get ahold of my sister, either by calling or actually walking down to the hotel and wait for her.
    I was debating my options when a sleek black limo pulled up right in front of where I was standing. I blinked as the back window rolled down, and a slightly familiar male voice came out of the darkness.
    “What are you doing?”
    I frowned. The question was far too sharp for a stranger.
    “Hanna!”
    I blinked, shaking my head to clear away some of the fog. Someone had said my name.
    The door to the limo opened and a man got out. Tall. Muscles. Hot. I stared up at his face, the rain blurring my vision. At least I thought it was the rain.
    “Get in.”
    I took a step back as the man reached for my arm. “Waiting for a cab.” The words felt thick on my tongue.
    “You won’t get a cab anytime soon.” The man came closer and gazed up the sky. “It’s raining. Everyone in this city is looking for a cab right now.”
    “Well, shit.” I sighed.
    The man laughed, sounding startled as much by his laughter as what I’d said.
    “Hanna, please get in the limo. You’re soaked, and I’m getting wet. I’ll take you home.”
    Now he was close enough that I had to tilt my head way back to see him. His features ran together for a moment, then settled.
    “Oh, it’s you.” The words popped out, and I suddenly realized that the filter that usually kept things inside my head wasn’t working at the moment.
    Shit again.
    Another chuckled from the man who I now realized was Cross Phillips. This one was amused, but there was an undercurrent of something I couldn’t quite place. I wondered if I’d have been able to get that same sound if I hadn’t had those shots.
    “Is it a good thing, or a bad thing, that it’s me?” he asked as he slid an arm around my waist.
    I shivered, but this time it wasn’t from the cold. I liked the feel of him next to me, the strength of his arm around me.
    “Bad,” I said despite how much I liked that it was him. “My sister said to stay away from you.”
    “Oh, did she?”
    The question was clearly rhetorical, said so softly I almost hadn’t heard it. Still, I answered, “Yup, she did.”
    I was already in the backseat of the limo before I realized it. Then he was moving me over as he got in next to me. He closed the door and turned toward me, a puzzled expression on his face.
    “Why were you standing out in the rain?”
    “I told you, I was trying to get a taxi.” I slid further away from him.
    Something sad went across his eyes and then disappeared. “I’m not going to hurt you, Hanna.” He turned from me and rummaged in some small compartment. He pulled out a few small hand towels and handed me two of them, keeping one for himself.
    “Isn’t that what you like to do though?” I asked as I began to dry myself off.
    “What?”
    “Hurt people.” I was vaguely aware that this probably wasn’t an appropriate conversation, but I couldn’t help myself. My inhibitions seemed to be even lower than they usually were when I drank.
    There was no way this was going to end well.
    “I mean, you like the whole whipping and binding thing, right? Doing it to other people.”
    His eyes darkened. “What, exactly, did your sister say about me?”
    “That you’re a Dominant,” I said, rubbing the towel over my hair. “And that I should stay away