The Playboy's Ménage (The Billionaire Bachelors Series) by RG Alexander

dismantled by his greedy uncle by tricking him into selling off his shares. Holly had been so impressed she’d given them another show, but seeing how she’d only been wearing her bikini at the time, it hadn’t take that long to reach the orgasmic finale. For any of them.
    Holly felt sick. Bill was a source for Ms. Anonymous? Her neighbor? The man she’d spent evenings drinking frozen daiquiris with on her porch, listening to his wild tales about the sordid things he’d heard at the salon and sharing stories Henry had told her just so she could shock and delight him and Chaz?
    Thank God she’d never mentioned where she heard those rumors. Thank God Bill never found out she’d gone to school with them. But sweet Jesus, he’d probably told that tabloid tart everything he knew. Every word she’d said. Which meant she was guilty by association.
    She knew Peter wasn’t a fan of Ms. Anonymous after her last column. Neither was Henry. Damn it, what was Bill thinking?
    “Son of a bitch, Chaz.”
    “I know!” he cried. “I tried to make him see reason. We’ve done a thousand things over the years we might laugh about with friends but wouldn’t want showing up in the papers. Remember those pictures? Good lord, his mother’s head would explode if they’d ever gotten in the paper. The Bachelors provide a lot of material, sure, but they’re just men like us. They have families and people who look up to them. I never thought Bill could be spiteful.”
    “He got carried away,” Holly defended instinctively, even though she wanted to punch Bill in his attractive nose. “I’m sure he thought it was good for business, having Ms. Anonymous coming to him for information. She might be a great tipper.”
    “Well, I’m going to show up at her next appointment and pull out her gray roots one at a time for turning my loving husband into a rat.”
    “Chaz,” she soothed, moving around Peter’s office and running her fingers along his bookshelves. “Take a breath, honey, and listen to me. You’re right. Harmless gossip about European orgies is one thing, but we both know people employed by Warren Industries. And I have it on good authority that those men aren’t being portrayed in the best light. You know some of the people I’ve written for. They talk.”
    “What am I going to do, Holly? I love him, but I’m so disappointed. Is this what the future will be for us? Him scrounging in the mud to feed her vulgar rumors and not caring what I think about it?”
    Is this what the future will be? She knew the danger in that question. Her mother’s stupid relationship stages. Granted, it had taken Chaz and Bill ten years to reach it instead of a few months, but Holly could hear it in his voice.
    She couldn’t let that happen. Chaz and Bill were one of her success stories. One of the couples she looked to for hope that maybe, somewhere, people had happy endings.
    “This is a fight, Chaz, that’s all,” Holly insisted. “He’s being stubborn. It happens. He’ll see reason and beg your forgiveness soon enough.”
    “I don’t think so, Holly.”
    “I do. I’ve got a plan, but since I’m a little tied up at the moment I’ll need your help to make it work.”
    “A plan?” Chaz sniffed, sounding hopeful. “I like the idea of him begging. What do I have to do?”
    Holly looked around and lowered her voice. “You have to play the good, supportive husband and find out who Ms. Anonymous really is. She pays to have her hair done, right? Uses a credit card? As soon as I know how to get ahold of her, we’ll have a nice long chat. We do have a lot in common, you know. We both write anonymously.” And they were both fascinated by Henry and Peter, though the gossip’s way of expressing it made Holly want to whip her with a leaky fountain pen. “When it’s done, I can promise you Bill will never do her hair again.”
    Chaz chuckled in relief. “I knew you’d make me feel better. Mission accepted. I think I’ll take a