The Billionaire Next Door (Billionaire Bad Boys #2)(41)

“Oh right. The dog. Shame. So, what…You feel guilty because you had incredible sex with a guy you aren’t technically dating?”

“That’s the thing.” Rachel stayed close as she spoke. “I don’t feel guilty. At all. But shouldn’t I?” Her mother would be appalled. Her father—oh, Lord, her father would have an aneurism if he knew.

“I get it.” Bree nodded.

What a relief—someone understood her crazy brain.

“Just because you have never slept with a man who you weren’t committed to doesn’t mean you did anything wrong,” Bree continued. “Sounds to me like you’re both on the same page.” Her gaze flitted to the side. “Kind of.”

When Bree stood, Rachel stood with her. “What does ‘kind of’ mean?”

Bree started taking down the rest of the chairs and Rachel helped. Mainly so she could pry out the answer to her question.

“He’s pursued you pretty hard, Rach.”

“He has?”

“Hello? He came in here and walked you home. He stopped by one day to pick up the key so he could take care of Adonis. He washed your hair.”

True.

“He likes you.”

“Well, I hope so considering what we did last night,” Rachel said with a haughty laugh, but the outburst made her stomach flip. So did Bree’s next question.

“How did you leave things?”

“He wants to take me to Hawaii.” Tag had brought up Hawaii and Oliver. He asked when she was done dog sitting and reinvited her to Oahu.

“Chair sex. A trip to Hawaii with the local billionaire.” Bree put the last chair on the floor. “I am officially jealous of your life.”

Rachel had to smile. When she thought of what had been happening to her lately, it was pretty damn enviable.

“What’d you say?” Bree asked.

“I said I couldn’t possibly leave you in a lurch here at Andromeda.”

“Fuck you, Blondie!” Bree exclaimed so loudly that the guys in the back fell silent. Javier came to the window, eyebrows raised in alarm. She waved him off with a “We’re joking around.” Then she turned back to Rachel. “Seriously, ladybug. You are going to say yes. You are going to take some time away from here, and if I’m three deep around this entire bar, I’ll not only leave with all your tips, but I’ll also feel good for giving you the gift of sex on the beach with Tag Crane.”

Sex on the beach. That would be a first, and Hawaii was the ideal destination for it.

“When you put it that way…” Rachel allowed herself to grin.

“Grab life by the balls, girlfriend.” Bree pointed at the CLOSED sign on the front door. “And open up for us. Let’s hurry through this week so you can get to next week.”





Chapter 12



Tag was whistling when he went to work the morning after the best chair sex of his life. Helping was the fact Rachel was petite and he could lift and pull her down onto him. It helped more that she was willing and excited, matching his attraction to her.

At least he hoped it matched. When she insisted on leaving to sleep in her own bed, turning him down when he offered to take the dog outside for her, he had to wonder.

He also wondered if she’d eventually accept his offer to go to Hawaii. It surprised him how much he wanted her there. For one, he could use her advice, and for another, the girl was an untapped sexual powder keg. He wanted to be the one to make her blow.

Sex on Oahu would be a great addition to her repertoire. He’d had sex in Hawaii before, but he suspected with Rachel it would be different. With her, everything was different. Which made him worry slightly about the location of his balls. He’d like to think he still had them on his person and hadn’t handed them over to the tiny blonde currently turning his brains into paste.

Tag arrived at his brother’s office and spared a shit-eating grin for Bobbie. Reese’s secretary didn’t like him much, but he was determined to draw a smile from her. He’d achieved the feat once, about four years ago. He was convinced there was another one in there.

“Bobbie. Dumpling.”

“Mr. Crane,” she said flatly.

“Reese in there?”

“Yes.”

He sat on the corner of her desk, hearing the wood creak beneath his weight. She gave the surface a worried assessment.

“Do you have a favorite flower, Bobbie?”

“What on earth are you talking about?” Black eyes darted to his.

“Roses? Daffodils?” He snapped his fingers. “Wait. I’ve got it. Tulips.”

“None of the above. Mr. Crane, would you kindly remove your derriere from my desk?”

He did as she asked, walking to his brother’s door. “Okay, but I’m going to keep guessing.”

“Please don’t.”

“You’ll cave eventually,” he said as he turned the doorknob.

She spared him a glare and then picked up the phone and started punching numbers furiously. Probably an excuse to get him to go away. No smile yet, but he’d keep trying.

“Bro!” he said as he walked in to Reese’s office and found him tapping at his keyboard.

Reese looked up from his computer screen. “To what do I owe the honor?”