TheBillionairesPilot by Suzanne Graham Read Free Book Online

arm. His skin was covered in fine, black hairs that felt
silky under her fingertips. But under his skin, she was very aware he possessed
hard, lean muscles. She slipped into a brief daydream of him on the beach
without his shirt and slacks, swim trunks riding low on his hips and sculpted
muscles flexing as he ran through the surf.
    You can look, but you better not be
thinking about touching .
    Damn, this was going to be a long weekend
if she had to regularly prompt herself to ignore her attraction to Evan. And it
wasn’t just his looks that were tripping her up; she was also drawn to his
personality, an interesting mix of self-importance and playful charm…and
dominance.
    Inside the terminal, a uniformed man held
a discreet sign with Mitchell written across it. Evan nodded to the man,
and the driver led them to a limo waiting at the curb. Mr. Jacobs followed at a
respectable distance then sat in the front seat with the driver while the
airport baggage handler deposited their luggage in the trunk.
    Cassie allowed herself a moment to enjoy
the butterflies in her belly as she slid into the black leather seats in the
back of the long car. She was on a Caribbean island as the girlfriend of a
billionaire with a suitcase full of more girly clothes than she’d ever thought
she’d own. She didn’t want to pinch herself awake if all this was a dream, and
she didn’t want to remember to keep her shell snugly around herself. She just
wanted to enjoy this feeling for as long as possible because she knew it was
temporary. In three days, she would be back to her regularly scheduled life,
but for now she would take pleasure in pretending to be a
princess—something she never allowed herself to do growing up because
she’d always tried so hard to fit into her father’s world.
    Evan was too busy checking messages on
his cell phone during the ride to Xavier’s house to talk to her, so she admired
the scenery of the island along the way. Giant red hibiscus dominated the
landscaping, and coconut palm trees towered over them on either side of the
road.
    She was tempted to lower the window, so
she could inhale the fragrant blossoms and the salty air, but she didn’t want
to interrupt Evan’s concentration. His forehead was creased, and his features
were pinched as he answered his cell messages. The man seriously needed to
learn how to relax. He was going to put himself in an early grave just like his
father.
    The limo pulled into a long, curved drive
in front of a sprawling two-storied mansion. The red-tiled roof shone brightly
over white stucco walls. Round, stone-covered turrets anchored the two opposing
wings of the house.
    A sudden attack of nerves had Cassie’s
stomach whirling. Until this moment, she’d been able to coast along enjoying
the dressing up, but now the thought of having to pretend to be Evan’s
girlfriend for the whole weekend had her feeling slightly sick.
    She was much too candid and
straightforward to be a good liar, and Evan had said this was a crucial
business meeting for his company. What if she screwed it up?
    Evan ended his call and nodded at her.
“Ready?”
    “Not really.” She wiped her sweaty palms
on the dress hem at her knees.
    The vertical lines above the bridge of
Evan’s nose deepened as his eyes narrowed on her. “You can’t back out now. I
won’t allow you.”
    Her spine snapped straight as if she were
being called to attention. “I wouldn’t need your permission if I decided to get
out of this deal. We never signed a contract.”
    “I thought a retired officer’s handshake
would mean something.”
    Her chin came up. “I’m not backing out. I
just said I wasn’t quite ready, but now I am.”
    Evan opened his mouth, but the driver
opened the car door, interrupting Evan’s opportunity to reply. He must have
thought twice about spilling anything that could be overheard by a staff member
because he stepped out of the car without commenting. Then he leaned down and
held his hand out to