Top Love: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (Young Adult Stepbrother and Billionaire Romance Stories) by Ellen Lane, Taylor Young Page B
Authors: Ellen Lane, Taylor Young
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still sticking with honesty, it caught me. It was sexy.”
She didn’t know what to say. She was grateful when the waitress brought their drinks by, buying her another ten seconds to think of what to say.
“I don’t get it,” she said simply. “No one has said anything like that about me since high school.”
“It’s a damn shame,” he said, his eyes locking on hers. And the hell of it was that she did see something in his eyes that she used to see in the boys in high school and her longtime cheating boyfriend from college.
She had to take her eyes away. His stare alone was doing weird things to her. She was starting to sweat a bit and her heart was hammering away in her chest. She thought again of Luke Bornson and how he had been tender but also sort of urgent and rough during their first time in his bedroom. His hands had seemed to know where to go as if every boy knew by instinct (something she later discovered on several occasions was most definitely not the case).
She wondered what Riley’s hands felt like…and if they would be gentle or rough.
She partially hid her eyes behind her drink as she took a long sip. What the hell is going on?
“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “Am I being too forward?”
Forward, she thought lightly. This is a man used to getting what he wants. If he really does feel this way about me, he knew that there was no way I’d say no when he asked me to lunch. And even if I have had turned him down, he would have jumped right over the rejection by buying something expensive or hooking up with a model or actress.
“No,” she said. “Not at all. It’s nice.”
“Good,” he said.
And with that, he reached out and stroked her hand. And God help her, she let him interlace his fingers through hers and give a squeeze that sent electricity surging through areas that hadn’t felt such a stirring in a very long time.
***
Lunch was pleasant enough. The burger was delicious and the five drinks she’d taken on had given her a pleasant buzz. As she had worked her way towards her buzz, Riley had managed to keep most of the conversation on her. He had asked about her family, her education, her interests, and so on. She noticed that he had not mentioned the shoe store or Mr. Farr a single time.
She’d told him the basics. She’s told him that she’d been raised by a single mother since the age of nine when her dad had walked out for a younger woman. She’d told him about her brief obsession with softball—something she’d been very good at in middle school but has been replaced by boys and then grades in high school. She even told him about the devastating break up with her boyfriend in college and how it had affected her grade so badly that she’d had to go back for an extra semester just to bring them back up.
“Can I ask you something?” Riley asked.
“Sure,” she said.
“So, you went to college and you majored in what?”
“Economics.”
He laughed a bit and then shook his head in a comical way. “Economics? Forgive me for asking this, but…well, why are you wasting your time in that shoe store?”
“Because a degree in economics isn’t enough to land a job. I don’t have experience and when you look at my college transcripts, there’s that one year that went to hell.”
Riley seemed to think about something for a moment. “Let’s get out of here,” he said.
Every nerve in her body seemed to catch fire when he said this. She couldn’t even start to imagine what his house must be like. And what in God’s name would he do with her when they got there? Despite his kind words, she still found it next to impossible to imagine his flawless body next to hers.
He apparently saw the shock on her face because he held up a hand in a hold on sort of gesture. “No. Oh God…no, I didn’t mean it like that.” He checked his watch and added, “It’s nearly two o’ clock. Would you like to come down to my offices to check it out? I won’t lie to
She didn’t know what to say. She was grateful when the waitress brought their drinks by, buying her another ten seconds to think of what to say.
“I don’t get it,” she said simply. “No one has said anything like that about me since high school.”
“It’s a damn shame,” he said, his eyes locking on hers. And the hell of it was that she did see something in his eyes that she used to see in the boys in high school and her longtime cheating boyfriend from college.
She had to take her eyes away. His stare alone was doing weird things to her. She was starting to sweat a bit and her heart was hammering away in her chest. She thought again of Luke Bornson and how he had been tender but also sort of urgent and rough during their first time in his bedroom. His hands had seemed to know where to go as if every boy knew by instinct (something she later discovered on several occasions was most definitely not the case).
She wondered what Riley’s hands felt like…and if they would be gentle or rough.
She partially hid her eyes behind her drink as she took a long sip. What the hell is going on?
“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “Am I being too forward?”
Forward, she thought lightly. This is a man used to getting what he wants. If he really does feel this way about me, he knew that there was no way I’d say no when he asked me to lunch. And even if I have had turned him down, he would have jumped right over the rejection by buying something expensive or hooking up with a model or actress.
“No,” she said. “Not at all. It’s nice.”
“Good,” he said.
And with that, he reached out and stroked her hand. And God help her, she let him interlace his fingers through hers and give a squeeze that sent electricity surging through areas that hadn’t felt such a stirring in a very long time.
***
Lunch was pleasant enough. The burger was delicious and the five drinks she’d taken on had given her a pleasant buzz. As she had worked her way towards her buzz, Riley had managed to keep most of the conversation on her. He had asked about her family, her education, her interests, and so on. She noticed that he had not mentioned the shoe store or Mr. Farr a single time.
She’d told him the basics. She’s told him that she’d been raised by a single mother since the age of nine when her dad had walked out for a younger woman. She’d told him about her brief obsession with softball—something she’d been very good at in middle school but has been replaced by boys and then grades in high school. She even told him about the devastating break up with her boyfriend in college and how it had affected her grade so badly that she’d had to go back for an extra semester just to bring them back up.
“Can I ask you something?” Riley asked.
“Sure,” she said.
“So, you went to college and you majored in what?”
“Economics.”
He laughed a bit and then shook his head in a comical way. “Economics? Forgive me for asking this, but…well, why are you wasting your time in that shoe store?”
“Because a degree in economics isn’t enough to land a job. I don’t have experience and when you look at my college transcripts, there’s that one year that went to hell.”
Riley seemed to think about something for a moment. “Let’s get out of here,” he said.
Every nerve in her body seemed to catch fire when he said this. She couldn’t even start to imagine what his house must be like. And what in God’s name would he do with her when they got there? Despite his kind words, she still found it next to impossible to imagine his flawless body next to hers.
He apparently saw the shock on her face because he held up a hand in a hold on sort of gesture. “No. Oh God…no, I didn’t mean it like that.” He checked his watch and added, “It’s nearly two o’ clock. Would you like to come down to my offices to check it out? I won’t lie to
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