Box Set: My Alpha Billionaire

By: Tawny Taylor


“I see.”

I made an attempt at small talk as he drove me home. I really did. But I failed. Thus, much of the drive was in silence. I let him kiss me goodbye in the car. Thankfully, it was just a small peck. Friendly but not overly intimate. Then I locked myself into my condo and had a good, long cry.



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Three weeks later, that night with Shane still haunted me. He’d called me a few days later and left a message. He’d told me to return his call if I had an interest in seeing him again. I hadn’t called him back. Not because I didn’t want to see him again. I did. But because I didn’t want to want him so much.

Since that night all I’d dreamed about was him and his dungeon. I woke up every morning, body tight, blood simmering. Thoughts of him popped into my head all day long, at the oddest moments. I’d hear a man’s voice, and my heart would start galloping in my chest like a runaway race horse. I’d catch the scent of a man’s cologne, and my blood would start simmering. I’d spy a dark haired man in a crowd and my knees would turn soft.

Shane Trant had become an obsession. There was no way I could face him. Not yet. Not for a long time.

So I went about my life, doing the best I could to pretend everything was normal. I went to work. I went to the gym. I went grocery shopping and paid my bills and tried to tell myself I was happy.

By the time the fourth week had passed, I had almost convinced myself that I was going to put Shane and that night behind me. I was in Antonio’s, grabbing some vegetable lasagna to take home for a late dinner. I heard his voice, and every nerve in my body ignited.

“Bristol,” he said, behind me.

I slowly swiveled, doing what I could to mentally brace myself as I turned. Still, the sight of his handsome face made my heart jerk in my chest. “Hello, Shane.”

His lips were curled into a ghost of a smile. “It’s good to see you again.”

“Yes. How are the renovations going?” I asked, feeling myself leaning back, away from him. A little quiver of need shot through me as my gaze focused on his mouth. That mouth had done wicked, decadent things to me. And I knew, if I was brave enough to ask, it could do a lot more wickeder things to me.

He stepped closer, allowing a customer standing behind him to get through the crowded space. Now he was standing close enough to touch. Close enough to smell his cologne, to feel his heat. He extended an arm, placing a hand on the bar behind me. “I’m just getting things started, thanks. And how’s life without two mortgages?”

I inhaled deeply. “Wonderful.”

“Miss, there you are.” The bartender handed me a plastic bag, and I thanked her before turning back to Shane.

Holding the bag, I shifted my weight. Wow, was he close. I needed to leave. I could feel my willpower failing. What would happen if I asked him if I could go home with him right now? Would he take me back to that dark dungeon of his? Would he make me forget why it was such a bad idea? “Well, I guess I’d better get going.”

“Sure. Wouldn’t want your…?” He lifted a brow.

“Vegetarian lasagna,” I said.

“Vegetarian lasagna to get cold.”

“No, I wouldn’t.” I took a step away, two. I’d almost made it to the door before turning back. When I did, I discovered he was watching me. My face burned. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I didn’t know what to say. How could I explain everything to him? How?

That ghost of a smile warmed slightly. Then he turned away from me to talk to the bartender.

I left, scurrying outside. I dug in my purse for my keys as I click-clacked across the dark parking lot. Just as I was remoting open my car’s door lock, I heard him again. He’d followed me outside.

I opened the door and dropped my dinner onto the driver’s seat. By the time I’d done that, he was behind me. I could sense his nearness with every nerve in my body. I turned, opened my mouth again to say something.

He cupped my cheeks and smashed his mouth down over mine.

Instantly my body ignited, and all the wanting I’d been trying to suppress surged to the surface, overwhelming my system like a tidal wave. Before I knew it, he had me pinned between his hard body and my car and his tongue was plunging into my mouth, filling it with his decadent flavor.

I was outside, where a passerby might see me, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was how it felt to have his hands on me again, his heat radiating over my skin. My insides were twisting and turning, muscles coiling into tight knots.

Hands cupped under my ass, he lifted me, and I locked my legs around his waist and arms around his neck, and held on. My skirt was up over my hips, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to let me go again, not now, not ever. No. I was his. He was mine. We’d figure everything else out later.

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