Page 88 of Press Your Luck

"And of course, I don't have a sewing kit on me. But I can't walk back in there with my dress about to rip apart."

I should've offered to go in and get one of her friends for her, but I didn't. "Here, come with me." I led her down to the library where it would be private because it seemed like going into a private space was a good idea. I didn't have a sewing kit there. I didn’t have a sewing kit anywhere. Maybe one of my staff did. I could call them. But I didn't.

When I shut the door behind Betts, I pulled the boutonniere from my lapel and kneeled down next to her.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

I held up the pin. "I figured I'd pin the seams together until we could find a sewing kit."

I reached out to take the fabric of the dress, discovering it was more torn than I had realized. My fingers brushed over her soft skin and the lace top of her stocking. I had the urge to lean forward and run my tongue over the smooth skin of her thigh and then rip her stocking off with my teeth. I bit my tongue to keep myself from acting on this impulse as I did my best to focus on bringing the two seams together and pinning them into place. It wasn’t easy because my hands were shaking. Maybe I'd had too much to drink too.

When the pin was in, I took a breath and stood up. I stared into her amazing green eyes. I'd never seen a color like that in eyes before. "Are you all right now?"

She stared at me, but her expression was unreadable. A tendril of her red hair had fallen, and without thinking, I used my hand to push it back, the tips of my fingers brushing over the soft ivory skin of her cheek.

Her breath hitched, and I wondered if maybe she was feeling the chemistry between us too. What would she do if I acted on it? If I pressed my lips to hers? If I let my hands roam her body and discover the secrets under this sexy dress?

But I was her boss. As much as I wanted to rid myself of the boredom in my life, I wasn't about to risk my empire by fucking one of my staff.

Or was I?

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"I have to think about it, Bo."

He nodded. "Of course. I understand." He reached into the front pocket of the flannel shirt he wore. He pulled out a scrap of paper. "Here's my phone number. It's my personal cellphone. That's how much I trust you, Analyn. If you have any more questions or you’re going to give me the blowoff, or maybe you'll agree to a few fun dinners, call me and let me know."

"I will. I'm sorry, I can't just outright agree to it."

He waved my concern away. "No, I get it. It's a crazy request." He grinned at me. "I'm kind of a crazy guy." He walked over to the door and opened it. Then he turned and looked at me with concern in his expression. "Am I stepping on Reed's toes? I could tell he didn't like the attention I was paying to you last night. I figured when you were leaving the rink alone and then agreed to come for drinks with me, it meant the feeling was unrequited on his side."

Unrequited? "No, there's nothing between Reed and me." The lie was burning a hole in my gut. Or maybe not a lie since Reed and I weren't a couple. But it still felt wrong.

"Okay, good. Listen, even if you decide not to be my pretend girlfriend, if you ever want to go out for drinks again or hang out, let me know. It was nice to talk to somebody who was from close to home."

I laughed. In my mind, Chicago, Illinois wasn't really close to his tiny hometown in Wisconsin. But maybe our both being Midwesterners made us kindred spirits with each other.

"I'll keep that in mind."

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DESCRIPTION

Being a billionaire had become boring until a stranger showed up to a conference and spiced things up...

Curvy, sassy, and dangerously younger than me...

Analyn was everything that a former hockey player needed to stay away from.

I was used to women falling all over me.

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