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The Billionaire's Beautiful Mistake(15)

By:Elizabeth Lennox


Violet couldn’t get enough. The more he kissed her, the more she wanted. When he lifted his head, she couldn’t stop the whimper of disappointment. Ah, but then his hand lifted, his rough fingertips brushing against her skin.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow night,” he whispered softly.

Another brief kiss and he was almost racing down the wooden stairs. A moment before he got into his SUV, he turned and looked up at her, waved a moment and then got into his truck, driving off into the darkness.

Violet didn’t know what to make of that departure. It was abrupt, leaving her confused and still aching for more. Another kiss, another touch.

And she didn’t understand him at all!



Creek drove down the road. Fast. He had to get away from her before he spun the Land Rover around and sped back to her. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted any other female in his life. It took the entire twenty minute drive from Appleton to Winthrop before his body calmed down enough for him to even think straight. And even then, he wasn’t completely sure how he made it back to his place without crashing into a tree. Thankfully, no large animals were wandering out in the road tonight, but that was only due to luck.

When he entered his house, he didn’t turn on any lights. Instead, he stared out into the inky darkness, wishing that he were back in the gravel driveway, watching as Violet walked into her house.

And then he swore under his breath. Damn, he should have made sure she’d gone inside and locked the door before he’d torn out of that parking lot. He should have made sure she was safe! He’d been hard pressed to not pick her up and carry her inside her apartment, so he’d forgotten to be a gentleman and ensure her safety.

With a sigh of exasperation, he ran a hand through his hair. He wasn’t used to this gentleman stuff. He was used to taking what he wanted, and to hell with anyone’s opinion on the subject. Oh, he always made sure that the lady was satisfied first, but never had he cared to be a gentleman around the women in his life. He hadn’t cared one way or another if the ladies had liked him. He didn’t need their companionship, just the sexual release they were eager to provide.

Violet was…hell, he just kept coming back to the fact that she was different. So completely different, and he was going to have to learn how to handle her or he was going to lose her.

What had happened to his plan?

It had gone out the window.





Chapter 4




Creek stepped into the shop, his eyes automatically looking around for Violet. They’d been dating for a week now, spending every night together. His control was wearing thin, but he was determined to treat Violet right. He couldn’t scare her away with the force of his desire. He had to remain cool and in control.

“She’s not here,” George called out, stepping through the storage room doorway.

The grumbling voice startled him and he swung around, watching Violet’s stepfather munch away on another sandwich. The man even wiped his hands on his jeans after shoving the last bite into his mouth. Creek wasn’t sure if wiping his jeans was effective since the fabric was already so filthy.

Creek accepted that he really didn’t like this guy. There was just something about him that made his skin crawl. But Violet seemed to think the guy was…well, Creek didn’t really understand how Violet felt about her stepfather. Whenever he’d brought up the subject, she’d switched to another topic. Was she just trying to be nice by not saying a bad thing about someone? Or was there something going on with the man and Violet didn’t want Creek to know about it?

Either way, the man was a leech. Seemed that all he did was sit around on that stupid stool while everyone else worked around him.

“Where is she?” Creek asked, tucking his motorcycle helmet under his arm and pulling his leather gloves off. It was a great day to go riding on a motorcycle and he was hoping to take Violet out for a drive. Nothing long, but he was craving her slender arms around his waist and his mouth actually watered at the idea of her pressing her perfect breasts against his back.

George sighed heavily. “She went out. It’s time you and I discussed business.”

Creek’s hands paused and his stomach tightened. “Business,” he repeated, wondering what kind of business George might be into. Whatever it was, Creek was instantly wary. And from the look in George’s eyes, Creek was pretty sure that he wasn’t going to like whatever it was that George was going to propose.

George stood up, and rubbed his flannel covered sleeve over his still-greasy mouth. “You want my girl.”

Creek stood still, not replying in any way. Of course he wanted Violet. She was beautiful and sexy, not to mention smart as hell. She knew her way around business even though she hadn’t been to business school. She’d built her business up by reading through all the textbooks she could get her hands on. As pretty much self-taught himself, he respected that more than he could ever articulate.