Read Touch me if you dare: Alpha Billionaire Romance (The Secret Matchmaker Book 2) for Free Online Page B

texted Lila to make sure she was still coming with me before getting into the stretch limo that had come for me. I thought about swinging by her place, but after I’d offered her a ride, she’d politely declined, and trying to force the issue wouldn’t get our trip off to a good start.
    "Of course you don't need me to come get you." I glanced around the spacious limo and rolled my eyes. "There's privacy, twenty minutes and a large enough car to bend your sexy body ten ways to give you pleasure back here. Of course you’d prefer to drive yourself."
    I was being childish, and I needed to get over myself. I hadn't had a problem with my attitude in years. My thirties had been a time of taking what I wanted and never having to ask for a damn thing. Now I was stuck in a dilemma. Lila's body technically belonged to me, but after having worked so closely with her, and getting to know her a little better, my ethics about invoking my needs were tight and unyielding.
    The driver rolled down the window between us as we stopped at the gate. "We're here, Sir."
    "Thank you." I got out and grabbed my own bag before walking to the small private jet and leaving my luggage at the bottom of the stairs. I was surprised to find her already on board.
    The white pantsuit jumper that she wore was playful and elegant all at the same time. Her chestnut hair was half up, with the other half laying across her shoulders. Pink lipstick and simple silver jewelry adorned her ears and dipped down into her cleavage beautifully.
    "You look incredible." I smiled at her and took my seat. "You obviously found the hangar okay?"
    "I did. Thank God for my smart phone. Helps us ‘less than bright’ people find everything." She smiled at me before leaning back and letting out a cute little yawn.
    "Long weekend?"
    "Just haven't been sleeping well."
    "You know what they say helps with that, right?"
    She glanced toward me. "Sleeping pills?"
    "Sex, baby." I winked at her and enjoyed the sexy smile that slipped over her full lips.
    "I love sex," she purred and turned to look out the window.
    "I do too." I cleared my throat, changing the subject and trying to win her over a little with my invested interest in her dreams. "Tell me more about your Spa. Why are you interested in opening it?"
    She turned back toward me and inhaled deeply. "Well, I have a large portfolio of wealthy men because of my position as a matchmaker. I invest deeply in these guys, becoming their friend and getting to know the ins and outs of their personalities, their histories... their lives. That's why Craig was so touchy feely with me. I'm like a best gal pal."
    "Right." I kept my thoughts to myself and forced my tone to remain conversational. "Keep going."
    "I've found over the years that one thing they all have in common is their need to relax. Making money usually leaves the people in charge exhausted and in need of a true getaway. After hearing the same response over and over from these guys, I see an opportunity, and I plan to capitalize on it."
    "What was the question you asked them?"
    "If you could take a day to do anything... what would it be?" She lifted her eyebrow and tilted her head slightly, the look making her impossibly cute.
    "And they said 'go to the spa'?"
    She laughed, and I smiled in response. "No, silly. They said they would love to rest. The spa is simply a place to find that rest and I'm a trusted friend. They know they're getting a good deal and investing in someone who's worth it."
    "Rest wouldn't be my answer," I responded candidly.
    "No? What would your answer be?"
    "To take my time exploring every inch of you with the goal of hearing you moan my name until your throat hurt." I licked at my lips and watched her closely. It had been too long. I wanted her and my patience was wearing thin.
    "Get a stripper pole in your house and we'll talk about it." She chuckled and closed her eyes.
    "Done." I leaned back and pressed my palm to my slacks, my dick rock hard at the memory