The Billionaire's Christmas Bride (Big Bad Billionaires #3) - L. Steele Page 0,149

that my Christmas gift?" Damian draws abreast. I look up to find his gaze arrested by Julia.

"She's my friend," I warn him.

He tilts his head, a considering expression on his features. "She's hot," He declares.

"She's off-limits to you, douche," Weston warns him.

"Shouldn't the woman have a say in that?" Damian interrupts.

"She's Amelie's friend. As long as Amelie gives you the go ahead..." Weston raises his shoulders.

Damian turns to me, "Well?" He smiles, "What do you say?"

"As long as you promise to treat her right," I grouse.

"I promise to treat her however she wants me to."

"Hmm." I frown. "Julia doesn't suffer fools gladly."

"And, rock stars?" He grins, "What does she think of them?

"Why don't you ask me directly?" Julia's voice interrupts us.

Damian pivots to face her, "Better still, how about I show you...?"

To find out what happens next read Damian and Julia's story HERE. This book also features Weston and Amelie's wedding.

Read Sinclair and Summer's story here

Read Victoria and Saint's story here

Read Karma and Michael Byron's story here

Read an excerpt from Damian and Julia's story

Julia

"Show me huh?" I tilt my chin up, "You ain't got nothin’ that I haven't seen before."

"Don't bet on it." The too-full-of-himself asshole stares down that patrician nose at me. His blue gaze narrows and those cerulean eyes seem to bore into my soul. A shiver runs up my spine. This man? His presence is potent. He leans in close and the heat of his body slams into my chest. My thighs clench and moisture leaks from my core. Damn him. Why the hell am I so turned on by this stranger? I'd accepted Weston's invitation to come over and spend Christmas with him and Amelie. I'd expected for some of his friends to be here. What I hadn’t counted on was this overconfident, dominant, macho male to capture my attention from the moment I'd walked through the door. The kind who'd simply declare his intent, stake his claim and take what was his, politeness be damned. Am I his?

The hell am I thinking?

I don't know him, want nothing to do with an over-the-top, possessive male like him. Nope. He'd tear apart my carefully ordered life, the one I've spent way too long building up brick by brick. I've gotten here by sheer grit and hard work and no rich prick is going to turn that upside down.

"I don't bet." I school my features into a mask of indifference. "I prefer certainties, a path to my goal, one I never veer from."

"Is that a challenge?" His eyes twinkle. He curls his lips and that smirk... OMFG... that upper lip of his seems to thin further. Combined with that puffy lower lip, that square jaw, the tendons of his gorgeous throat that stand out in relief and highlight the hollow at the base of his throat... Hell... He's lethal, all right. And too handsome to be real. Guys like him exist on the cover of magazines, in online memes that I drool over in secret. Nah, he exists in a different world, a rarefied space I have no intention of being part of.

"Take it any way you like." I raise a shoulder. "I don’t care."

There is an indrawn breath. I turn to find Amelie staring at me with huge eyes. She shakes her head, moves toward me, only her fiancé pulls her back. He whispers in her ear. She blinks and her cheeks turn pink. He turns her around and they walk off, leaving me alone with this reprobate of the first order... aka this big growly male who glares at me with... Something like intent in his eyes.

The hair on the back of my neck rises. My stomach trembles. "Ah... I... I guess best I circulate among the guests. Uh! Don't want to seem impolite or anything, know what I mean?" The hell am I blathering on about? "Good to have met you." Not.

I turn to leave, take a step forward, another. Okay... Maybe this is going to be fine. I'll just sidle out of here and— Warm fingers encircle my wrist. I am pulled around, and hauled up against the massive chest of said douche canoe... My breasts plastered against those ripped abs, which I had noticed outlined against his sweatshirt. I gulp and my knees tremble... They bloody tremble. "Let go of me." I demand.

"No."

"What?" I narrow my gaze on that sinful-as-fuck face. "You release me right now or else—"

"Or else?" He peels back his lips and his teeth sparkle against the tan of his