My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance by Nicole Price Page A
Authors: Nicole Price
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that respect, this felt right.
A few hours later, I was unpacked and hungry. I quietly made my way into the kitchen. Suddenly feeling guilty that I was going to eat his food. But I did not have a chance to go shopping. I opened the fridge and began to rummage through.
“You're just in time!” He said as he came into the kitchen.
“In time for what?” I said, rather startled.
He just smiled at me and walked over to the entertainment center in the large attached dining and living area of the open kitchen. He took out a vinyl record sleeve and flipped it around like he was Frank Sinatra, very smooth. He was acting very silly and I was giggling like a schoolgirl. He placed the record on the turntable and dropped the needle and then Frank Sinatra came blurring out of the speakers. Then he looked at me and said, “You’re just in time for martini hour, it's a tradition in this house. I ordered takeout, it should be here in half an hour, I hope you're hungry.” He said.
“Martini hour? Count me in…” I said as I walked over to him. He was shaking up some our martinis like a pro. I laughed as he danced around with smooth steps like he was Dean Martin, very suave. This was fun… It was like the adult version of playing dress-up. He poured out two martinis and we drank from them. It was delicious. We were silly and dancing around to Frank, but not together as a couple… We were dancing separately with martinis in hand. I could not stop laughing. This was a side of the motorcycle bad boy that I did not expect to see. It was obvious to me that he was just a young man trapped in an older man's body; he was youthful and silly and I loved it. This would be why he was the eternal bachelor, because he liked his freedom. I doubted Casey allowed him to act this way. I however, not only welcomed it, I enjoyed and encouraged it. This was exactly like me, being silly and our true selves, not worried about judgment. It was perfect.
When dinner arrived, he went about setting the table and laying out the gourmet food from a very fancy restaurant; filet mignon, vegetables, fresh baked bread, and dessert. We sat at the dinner table having a wonderful talk that was laced with flirtation... I was trying to keep it together. I did not want to ruin this with sex. I think he knew that, so he kept his hands off.
After dinner we sat outside in the quiet. We didn't talk. We just enjoyed a comfortable silence. Finally after half an hour he looked at me and said, “We can do this Rosalyn, we can be friends. It's not what I want… I want more from you. But I understand that this is what it needs to be, for now. But when I get back from the shoot, maybe we can talk about this again,” he said as he stood up and walked over to me. I had no words. I was stunned silent. Then he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine, and kissed me passionately, but briefly. Then he pulled away from me and said, “Good night beautiful.”
I had goosebumps all over my body. I was in awe of this very moment. It was overwhelming, and I could hardly believe it was happening to me. I smiled and looked up at the LA sky, I had arrived. It was perfect.
The next morning when I woke up he was already gone. There was a note on the counter that read, “Call me if you need me. Have a great stay.”
I took the note and put it beside my bed. For the first time in my entire life I experienced true bliss.
Two weeks passed in his home. I had a lot of fun and I got used to the luxury. But the next day he would be returning, and he would want to talk. That is if he still felt the same. Or maybe he would kick me out, I didn’t know. Not knowing was killing me… but I was also very excited.
ROSALYN
Every morning for the last two weeks I woke up forgetting where I was, then I would look around and remember… I was living in the home of Jackson Lane. A big smile would come over my face and I would sink into the
A few hours later, I was unpacked and hungry. I quietly made my way into the kitchen. Suddenly feeling guilty that I was going to eat his food. But I did not have a chance to go shopping. I opened the fridge and began to rummage through.
“You're just in time!” He said as he came into the kitchen.
“In time for what?” I said, rather startled.
He just smiled at me and walked over to the entertainment center in the large attached dining and living area of the open kitchen. He took out a vinyl record sleeve and flipped it around like he was Frank Sinatra, very smooth. He was acting very silly and I was giggling like a schoolgirl. He placed the record on the turntable and dropped the needle and then Frank Sinatra came blurring out of the speakers. Then he looked at me and said, “You’re just in time for martini hour, it's a tradition in this house. I ordered takeout, it should be here in half an hour, I hope you're hungry.” He said.
“Martini hour? Count me in…” I said as I walked over to him. He was shaking up some our martinis like a pro. I laughed as he danced around with smooth steps like he was Dean Martin, very suave. This was fun… It was like the adult version of playing dress-up. He poured out two martinis and we drank from them. It was delicious. We were silly and dancing around to Frank, but not together as a couple… We were dancing separately with martinis in hand. I could not stop laughing. This was a side of the motorcycle bad boy that I did not expect to see. It was obvious to me that he was just a young man trapped in an older man's body; he was youthful and silly and I loved it. This would be why he was the eternal bachelor, because he liked his freedom. I doubted Casey allowed him to act this way. I however, not only welcomed it, I enjoyed and encouraged it. This was exactly like me, being silly and our true selves, not worried about judgment. It was perfect.
When dinner arrived, he went about setting the table and laying out the gourmet food from a very fancy restaurant; filet mignon, vegetables, fresh baked bread, and dessert. We sat at the dinner table having a wonderful talk that was laced with flirtation... I was trying to keep it together. I did not want to ruin this with sex. I think he knew that, so he kept his hands off.
After dinner we sat outside in the quiet. We didn't talk. We just enjoyed a comfortable silence. Finally after half an hour he looked at me and said, “We can do this Rosalyn, we can be friends. It's not what I want… I want more from you. But I understand that this is what it needs to be, for now. But when I get back from the shoot, maybe we can talk about this again,” he said as he stood up and walked over to me. I had no words. I was stunned silent. Then he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine, and kissed me passionately, but briefly. Then he pulled away from me and said, “Good night beautiful.”
I had goosebumps all over my body. I was in awe of this very moment. It was overwhelming, and I could hardly believe it was happening to me. I smiled and looked up at the LA sky, I had arrived. It was perfect.
The next morning when I woke up he was already gone. There was a note on the counter that read, “Call me if you need me. Have a great stay.”
I took the note and put it beside my bed. For the first time in my entire life I experienced true bliss.
Two weeks passed in his home. I had a lot of fun and I got used to the luxury. But the next day he would be returning, and he would want to talk. That is if he still felt the same. Or maybe he would kick me out, I didn’t know. Not knowing was killing me… but I was also very excited.
ROSALYN
Every morning for the last two weeks I woke up forgetting where I was, then I would look around and remember… I was living in the home of Jackson Lane. A big smile would come over my face and I would sink into the
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