Blackmailing The Billionaire (Billionaire Bachelors - Book 5) by Melody Anne

dirt, then she was sinking in that tub for at least an hour.
    An hour passed and Cassie snapped her head up when she realized she was falling asleep in the now lukewarm tub. She quickly got out and dried off, then grabbed her robe. As she slipped it on she realized it was inappropriately short and wished she’d brought in her flannel pajamas. Hopefully, Max wouldn’t notice her as she made a dash for her room.
    She peaked out the door, didn’t see him, so stepped out just as he turned the corner from the kitchen. His eyes lit on her, slowly traveling down her body, from her hand clutching the lapels of her robe together to the very short hem.
    As his head came back up her body and their eyes connected, she stopped breathing. Please don’t come near me , she silently begged. If he wrapped his incredible arms around her, she’d be lost. She was completely aware they were alone in the middle of the woods, with zero chance of interruption.
    “I’m going to change,” she muttered and slowly edged her way past him, bolting for her room. She shut the door with a sigh of relief, then leaned against it while she got her breathing under control. He’s just a man, for goodness sake , she berated herself, as she layered on her pajamas. The cabin was toasty warm with the fireplace blazing, but she had a chill and thought the more clothes the better. If she wasn’t so hungry she’d stay in her room the rest of the night to avoid temptation.
    Cassie stepped into the living room and followed her nose to the tiny kitchen, where Max was washing potatoes.
    “Do you often run around barely dressed?” he asked.
    “I was perfectly covered. I just forgot to take my pajamas with me to the bathroom,” she defended herself. It was none of his business what she did or didn’t wear, anyway, though she was burning with embarrassment that he’d call her on coming from the bathroom in nothing but her robe.
    “I didn’t say there was anything wrong with it,” he said, then his lips turned up in a mega-watt smile that had her knees trembling. He was sexy all the time, but when he really tried, he was devastating. Only a couple days , she chanted in her head.
    She hadn’t wanted to take the time to blow dry her hair, so threw it up in a quick braid. She’d sit by the fire and it would dry in no time. She wasn’t wearing any makeup and her pajamas were a few sizes too large, since she didn’t like tight things on her when she slept. She knew she looked like a teenager and there was zero reason for him to be looking at her like she was on the dessert menu.
    “What have you prepared so far?” she asked, trying to distract him from staring a hole through her.
    “I have a couple steaks in the oven and was just getting the potatoes ready,” he answered. She went to the fridge and rifled around, trying to find something healthy to go with the meal. She found an assortment of salad items and began pulling them out.
    “They stocked the cabin well. I’m impressed,” she spoke again, uncomfortable with the silence.
    “My client recommended this place. He said they take care of their guests,” he spoke in a knowing tone, as if he could read her mind. She really hoped he couldn’t because she thought about him naked, in her bed, doing wonderful things with her, at least ten times a day.
    She began chopping vegetables while her mind wandered. She realized, as she stood there, that she’d never had a man at her house before. She’d never done something so simple as to prepare a meal with the opposite sex. Max was humming a song she didn’t recognize, and the scents were drifting around them. She found she liked the sensation of cooking with someone else. She had to remind herself this was strictly business, not a date, before she got too comfortable in her little fantasy.
    “You can go relax in the living room if you’d like. I can finish this,” she offered. She didn’t want him to leave but she was getting too comfortable with their