The CEO's Fantasy (The Billionaire Bachelors Series) by RG Alexander Page A

going to be fed.”
    He handed her his shirt and she slipped it on gratefully, wondering how she was going to get off her knees and meet the gentleman cowboy when he’d seen… How much had he seen? And how did she get herself in this situation?
    Dean pushed back his chair and stood, holding out his hand. “Tracy’s a friend, Sara. You can trust him.”
    She let him help her up, tugging his expensive shirt down to cover up her lace undies and squaring her shoulders before turning around to face Tracy Reyes.
    He was gorgeous. Dark eyes, dark wavy hair beneath a worn cowboy hat and skin golden-brown from his time in the sun. A giant, he had at least three inches of height on Dean and his biceps were so impressive they threatened his tailored blue shirt as he lifted an appetizer from the tray in front of him and popped it into his mouth.
    “Good afternoon, Mr. Reyes,” she said with as much calm as she could muster. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
    He smiled politely at her, as if there was nothing unusual about their meeting. Or perhaps he was attempting to put her at ease. “Good afternoon to you to, ma’am. Sara, is it? It is definitely a pleasure to meet you.”
    He held out his hand as Dean guided her across the room, and she shook it, trying to pretend she wasn’t naked beneath Dean’s shirt and she hadn’t just been under the desk giving him a blowjob while she touched herself.
    “Sara,” Dean turned her to face him and lowered his voice. “Are you okay?”
    “Sure.” She nodded, still shaky and definitely a little out of sorts, but she wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment or sexual frustration. “I’m fine. This is all perfectly normal.”
    He squeezed her shoulders and chuckled, guiding her down to the couch while gesturing Tracy to the chair across from her. “Sit down, Reyes, while I get Sara something to eat. You sounded strange when you called. Anything wrong?”
    “Other than the fact that none of you have been answering the phone lately and you told me Henry disappeared with your car?” he glanced over at Sara with an apologetic smile before continuing. “It wasn’t that important, Dean. Just wanted some advice on a project. It’ll keep. Have you heard from anyone?”
    Dean set several plates on the table and sat down beside her. When she saw what he’d served her, she couldn’t help smiling. He’d ordered from the tapas restaurant they’d gone to last week. She’d loved it…and he remembered all her favorites. There was also a plate of strawberries, which didn’t surprise her. Dean was obsessed with feeding her strawberries. Or covering her body with strawberry slices that he insisted on eating off of her while he brought her to orgasm with her vibrator.
    She reached for a napkin and an empanada , listening to them discuss their friends’ strange behavior and trying not to think about sex.
    “I did get ahold of Peter. Once,” Dean sighed. “We were talking about the new business venture, but as soon as I told him about Henry and the car, he made some excuse and hung up. Still hasn’t called me back.”
    “I have a feeling about that.” Tracy’s voice was wry. “The competition must be on again.”
    “What competition?” Sara licked her lips and wiped off her mouth, wishing she’d stayed silent when both men focused on her with sexy bedroom eyes. She tugged on the shirt again. “I’m sorry, it’s none of my business.”
    “They’ve both been after the same woman since college.” Dean dropped his hand to her knee, pushing up the hem of her borrowed shirt as he traced a path to her thigh. “Well, they chased her in college, caught her for a minute, and now they might be chasing her again. We can’t be sure.”
    Tracy sounded surprised. “Did I miss the catching her part? Where the hell was I?”
    Dean laughed. “Christmas break. That time they both stayed at the house instead of their usual trips abroad?”
    Both. Sara was too fascinated to hold her tongue.