Loved By The Hero (Hero Romance 3) by Kalena Lyons Page B

other guests and seeing if everyone is having a good time.”
    Her brows furrowed at his words and he chuckled at her confusion. “You own Nostalgia?” She couldn’t believe what he was saying. She’d slept with a nightclub owner?
    “Yes and many others. I wasn’t going to tell you last night because I didn’t know if you really wanted me or if you were interested in money. When you were shocked about my car, I knew you didn’t know. Does this change things?” He looked worried by her indecipherable expression. Claire was just staring at him with her amber colored eyes and James wondered if she were listening to anything he’d said.
    “You’re not some kind of drug lord, right?” she asked seriously as she looked at him. James looked at her disbelievingly for a heartbeat and then he laughed. It was a deep, from the soul laugh that had her smiling when he looked back down at her.
    “No, I’m not a big fan of drugs. In fact, my clubs are like what you saw last night. They’re not your usual type,” he told her as he shifted closer to her. James pulled her to his chest and she listened to his heartbeat.
    “Tell me about them, then,” she demanded of him. She’d told him everything about herself the night before, even the part about Eric Slate, but that had only been a few sentences. Claire wanted to know about this mysterious man that had swooped into her life in the course of a few hours and made her feel a little something for him.
    James told her about his two clubs in Paris that were themed after important historic times for France, and then he told her about the club in L.A. that was modeled after the ones the mobsters were known for frequenting. Claire listened in rapt silence as he talked about the joys and pitfalls of owning clubs. The way he talked about it convinced her he enjoyed it not for the money, but because he got to create something people could enjoy and marvel over.
    When he was done talking, they lay in silence for a few moments as each of them processed the information he’d spewed. “Do you want breakfast?” James whispered as he stroked her hair.
    “I’d like that,” Claire told him as she slid on top of him and felt his hard cock against her thigh. He stirred beneath her and pulled her up on top of him, and when they were finished, they ate breakfast in their underwear at her kitchen table.
    “Listen, I’ve got a business meeting tonight at five, but maybe you’d like to come by Nostalgia around seven and we could grab a bite to eat?” James asked her over his sunny-side up eggs.
    Claire wondered if the night would end like the previous night had and smiled. “Sure, but maybe tonight I get to see your place?” She twirled her eggs on her fork and hoped he’d show her much more than his bachelor pad, again.
    THE END

 
     
     
     
    THE NEXT MORNING
     
     
    Billionaire Romance
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter One
     
    “Alright, spill. I know you just want to tell me everything, so let’s get this over with and-oh, hey! Who are these from? Mr. Tall, Pale-” Marie cut off as she stared at the florist’s name on the bouquet that was being settled on Claire’s desk. “Those are expensive,” she whispered so loudly that the man having Claire sign for them could hear her.
    There was an infinitesimal grin on his lips as he took the clipboard back. “Thank you,” Claire told him demurely as she clasped her hands together and waited patiently for him to leave. The white roses were a contrast to her dark skin, but she found she liked them. They reminded her of the sender.
    “Okay, I’m interested. What happened?” Marie looked over her shoulder to make sure none of the other news staff were listening.
    Claire hummed as she positioned her roses and pulled the note away from the glass vase they’d come in. “Well, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome spent the night last night,” she finally whispered as she opened up the note.
    “He can’t be dark. He’s about as white as