The Reckless Secret, Complete Series (An Alpha Billionaire In Love BBW Romance) by Alexa Wilder Page B
Authors: Alexa Wilder
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everything you’re doing for me,” she told him, feeling as if she was repeating a sentiment she’d muttered to him a dozen times before. But she’d keep saying it—never wanted him to think she was taking his generosity for granted. “I wish you’d let me pay for your time.”
“You know I’d never accept it,” he said at once, and then, wine poured, he put the bottle down and approached her. “Besides,” he muttered, a soft smile on his face, reaching up to trace the edge of her jaw with his fingertips, “there’s no price you can put on helping someone you care about.”
Her heart rate hitched at the words. Did he know what he was saying? Did he mean what he was saying, or was it just a figure of speech? She couldn’t ask. Now was not the time, and it was definitely too early to be having any sort of talk about feelings.
For all she knew, this was little more than a bit of fun to Declan.
“Thanks for the great time. –D” The memory of that message, scrawled hurriedly onto a card within a bouquet after their first night together, filtered unbidden into her mind.
She sobered, heartbeat slowing, and smiled back at him—gently, but a little strained.
“Well, I can provide pasta, at least,” she said, pulling away from him to continue serving up dinner.
“And…is that blueberry I can smell?”
“Yep.”
“That was always my favorite.”
“I know; I remember.” She felt a little foolish now, making him his favorite dessert from his younger years. She remembered it vividly, how happy he seemed every time it was served at dinner whenever he came over to hang out with Grant. She’d even started to suspect that the kitchen staff made it on purpose, aware of his delight for it. Hers, now, wouldn’t taste nearly as nice, but she’d wanted to make it anyway, a token thank-you he’d be happy to accept. Except it seemed massively insignificant now, when the time came to present it to him. Thanks for all you’re doing to save my whole world—here’s a pie.
To top it off, she couldn’t even stick around to share it with him. “You’ll have to eat it on your own, though,” she said, apology in her voice. “I’m meeting the girls soon. Just got enough time to have dinner.”
He paused. And then: “Should I pick you up after, or…?”
“No, I’ll get a cab. But thank you.”
Facing the counter, cleaning up the mess she’d made slopping the marinara sauce onto the pasta, she thought he’d left the room. It made her startle, therefore, when he suddenly murmured directly into her ear, “As long as you get that cab right back here,” his voice full of sinful promise.
Her whole body flooded with heat. “You’re gonna get sick of me soon.”
“Trust me,” he said, hand snaking over her hip, lips whispering against her neck, “I won’t.” And then, as her eyes fluttered shut, as his hand slipped around to her front and lower, warmer, he pressed a kiss to her throat and said, “I’ll go set the table,” before backing away and disappearing.
She let out a breath and made a mental note to change her underwear before she left.
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Maggie
T he marinara sauce bubbled cheerfully in the pan, and the scent of blueberry pie wafted from the oven, the two combining to create a pleasant mix of smells in this sharp, expensive kitchen. Maggie was pretty sure that, until these past couple of days, this oven had never been used for anything resembling home cooking. And it wouldn’t have even had that introduction now, either—except she had nothing else to do with her days. Because the rest of the world worked; the rest of the world had purpose . Not Maggie, though. She didn’t have a job anymore. She didn’t have anything.
It’s just a suspension , she told herself, but the thought drifted vague and indistinct through the gloom of her mind. It didn’t feel like just a
“You know I’d never accept it,” he said at once, and then, wine poured, he put the bottle down and approached her. “Besides,” he muttered, a soft smile on his face, reaching up to trace the edge of her jaw with his fingertips, “there’s no price you can put on helping someone you care about.”
Her heart rate hitched at the words. Did he know what he was saying? Did he mean what he was saying, or was it just a figure of speech? She couldn’t ask. Now was not the time, and it was definitely too early to be having any sort of talk about feelings.
For all she knew, this was little more than a bit of fun to Declan.
“Thanks for the great time. –D” The memory of that message, scrawled hurriedly onto a card within a bouquet after their first night together, filtered unbidden into her mind.
She sobered, heartbeat slowing, and smiled back at him—gently, but a little strained.
“Well, I can provide pasta, at least,” she said, pulling away from him to continue serving up dinner.
“And…is that blueberry I can smell?”
“Yep.”
“That was always my favorite.”
“I know; I remember.” She felt a little foolish now, making him his favorite dessert from his younger years. She remembered it vividly, how happy he seemed every time it was served at dinner whenever he came over to hang out with Grant. She’d even started to suspect that the kitchen staff made it on purpose, aware of his delight for it. Hers, now, wouldn’t taste nearly as nice, but she’d wanted to make it anyway, a token thank-you he’d be happy to accept. Except it seemed massively insignificant now, when the time came to present it to him. Thanks for all you’re doing to save my whole world—here’s a pie.
To top it off, she couldn’t even stick around to share it with him. “You’ll have to eat it on your own, though,” she said, apology in her voice. “I’m meeting the girls soon. Just got enough time to have dinner.”
He paused. And then: “Should I pick you up after, or…?”
“No, I’ll get a cab. But thank you.”
Facing the counter, cleaning up the mess she’d made slopping the marinara sauce onto the pasta, she thought he’d left the room. It made her startle, therefore, when he suddenly murmured directly into her ear, “As long as you get that cab right back here,” his voice full of sinful promise.
Her whole body flooded with heat. “You’re gonna get sick of me soon.”
“Trust me,” he said, hand snaking over her hip, lips whispering against her neck, “I won’t.” And then, as her eyes fluttered shut, as his hand slipped around to her front and lower, warmer, he pressed a kiss to her throat and said, “I’ll go set the table,” before backing away and disappearing.
She let out a breath and made a mental note to change her underwear before she left.
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Volume Two
1
Maggie
T he marinara sauce bubbled cheerfully in the pan, and the scent of blueberry pie wafted from the oven, the two combining to create a pleasant mix of smells in this sharp, expensive kitchen. Maggie was pretty sure that, until these past couple of days, this oven had never been used for anything resembling home cooking. And it wouldn’t have even had that introduction now, either—except she had nothing else to do with her days. Because the rest of the world worked; the rest of the world had purpose . Not Maggie, though. She didn’t have a job anymore. She didn’t have anything.
It’s just a suspension , she told herself, but the thought drifted vague and indistinct through the gloom of her mind. It didn’t feel like just a
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