WIFE WANTED (A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance) by Bella Grant Read Free Book Online Page A

company to the next level and help it grow tenfold over the next five years. Creating jobs for the city and giving him a chance to set up new offices all across the globe…if he could get married in the next two months.
    Just one more thing to add to his plate of heaping problems. Riley grabbed his black leather jacket and followed Ben out the door and down the twenty floors to the waiting town car.
    ***
    “Evening, Riley,” Linda, his secretary, said as he exited the elevator.
    “Linda. So I hear I have some papers to take care of?”
    She nodded but looked a bit frantic, eyes darting to his office door and back. “I tried to stop her, but she insisted. Tony’s in there with her just in case.”
    “Her who?” Riley snapped, though he already had a feeling he knew. He took a deep breath, then smiled at Linda. “It’s all right. Go ahead and sign out for the evening. I’ll take care of this.”
    “I’m sorry, really, I tried to stop her.”
    “It’s fine, Linda,” he said gently. “Really. Have a good night.”
    She nodded, then hurried back around her desk to pack up her things as Riley marched towards his open office door. He normally left it unlocked. He trusted everyone in his building and never had an issue before. Now, he wished he’d brought Ben in with him to at least run interference, but Tony was there. He’d keep the crazy woman from smacking him again. He hoped.
    “Ms. Chandler,” he snapped as he entered his office and spotted the familiar redhead sitting in a chair in front of his desk. “Evening, Tony.”
    “Mr. Marston.” The security guard nodded. “The lady here refused to budge.”
    “And you didn’t want to call the cops?” he asked with a wink.
    “Not unless you want me to, sir,” Tony said with a smile.
    Riley sat down in his chair and glared at Diane sitting stiffly in her chair, arms crossed tightly over her chest. “I don’t know. Do we need to call them?”
    Her eyes narrowed even more. “You wouldn’t dare.”
    “Technically, you are trespassing. What do you want?”
    “I wanted to see if we could come to some sort of deal about your…predicament.”
    “Really? And what, may I ask, is that?”
    She smiled slowly…until she saw Tony standing in the corner. “Not in front of him.”
    Riley rubbed his forehead, trying to ignore the headache blooming there. “Tony, could you please wait outside?”
    “As long as she doesn’t try to slap you again,” he muttered, then went out and shut the door behind him.
    “There, we’re alone. Now what do you want?”
    The sly smile returned to lips painted in dark red lipstick. She leaned closer to the desk, pushing her cleavage up. Riley glanced at it briefly, then stared back at her, bored. “I have an offer.”
    “I’m listening,” he said, trying to sound as if her sudden seduction was working.
    “This little issue about marriage…there’s a simple solution. One that fits both our needs.”
    He leaned closer too, letting his lips turn up in a smirk. “And what is that?”
    “We’re roughly the same age. I might have ten years on you, but who’s counting?” She leaned closer still until her breasts were barely a foot away from his face. She twirled a strand of her hair around her finger and pursed her lips, trying to be coy. “Why don’t you just marry me?”
    Riley leaned in closer, acting as if he was going to kiss her, but then the smile fell from his face and his eyes narrowed to angry slits. “Get out of my office, you crazy bitch, before I have Tony throw you out.”
    She shoved back from the desk with a curse and paced around, arms crossed over her chest once again. “You know this would be simpler if you said yes. Who’s going to agree to marry you in less than two months? Clock’s ticking, Riley, and if you don’t figure it out quick enough, I’ll take everything that was supposed to be yours.”
    “So you want to share it with me instead,” he asked, leaning back in his chair. “You