The Boss and Her Billionaire by Michelel de Winton Read Free Book Online

with her. Perhaps?

    She thought about what had happened between them. She’d felt so rigid when they started dancing,
    she suspected he’d almost given up, but she’d managed to relax and then…then the kiss. It had felt…

    The heat of his passion coursed through her body. The kiss had felt too good. Her eyes scanned him
    again. Damn, he didn’t have the right to be so hot, standing there all tall and powerful.

    “Thank you,” he said, pulling her out of her memory. “For saving me from her.”

    Michaela stopped in mid thought. “Saving you?”

    “That young dancer has been trying to get her hooks into me ever since I said I wasn’t gay. I’m sure she’s nice,” he said a bit too quickly, “but I prefer my women… Well, I prefer women over girls.” The words came out a low growl.

    That was definitely a well-used pickup line, and Michaela’s ego bucked. Of course. She’d simply been a convenient body to help demonstrate his masculinity. Even after she’d told him how she’d been burned
    by the captain. Even after she’d thought last night that he was…

    That he was what? Different?

    He wasn’t different. And even if he were, what would it matter?

    Michaela tried to smooth down her prickles. Why did this man provoke such a rush of emotions in her?

    Did you really think you had some special connection because he listened to you rant about your
    problems?

    Maybe. He’d seemed genuinely interested, and what’s more, his advice had been pretty good.

    Then there was the way he looked at her. The way he held her when they danced. The kiss. That would
    have been better under moonlight.

    Enough, already. He was just a hot guy looking out for number one.

    There had been attractive men onboard before. Felicity had once had a filthy-handsome istant, with
    bright blue eyes and a charming smile.

    But he’d been Felicity’s.

    There had never been anyone in Michaela’s circle of onboard acquaintances who had caused a real
    reaction before—except the captain. Yes, and what a mistake that had been.

    “Finished?” Dylan was still looking down at her.

    “Sorry?”

    “Have you eaten yet?”“No. But I’m not eating with you.”

    He shrugged. “Guess I should shower first anyway.”

    Michaela clenched her hands at her sides as the image of Dylan under a spray of hot water appeared
    unbidden her mind’s eye. She watched the steam roll off his shoulders as he came out of the shower,
    the beads of moisture pearling down his smooth skin, the towel dropping in a damp pile on the floor of his stateroom…

    Her hands twitched, slick with perspiration.

    “Cruise Director?”

    “I’ll see you later.” Michaela forced herself to unclench her hands, but even so, she sighed and followed his long frame with her eyes as it effortlessly ate up the stairs.

    No! No, she was not going to think about him in the shower. No, she was not going to eat with him. And no, she was not going to have anything else to do with him.

    “Well, as little as possible, anyway,” she said as she reminded herself that he was part of her team. The team she saw and worked with every single day.

    …

    You idiot.

    The kiss had seemed like a good idea at the time. The cruise director had appeared to enjoy the dancing, her pushed hard up against his. Dropping her into a dip had been an impulse, really, but the fire in her eyes when he released her was plenty more than Dylan had bargained for. Those eyes had been full of
    fury and—and something even hotter?

    Probably not the best way to put the matter to rest quickly and quietly.

    Well, it was done now. At least Jake and his mate had backed off completely. Perhaps now that he’d
    erted himself so vigorously, he’d be able to calm down and concentrate on dancing and—and what?
    Winning over Michaela Western, cruise director, for real?

    Her name sat like a plump cherry on his tongue.

    The kiss had shown him her heat, but their moonlit conversation had shown him