Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,341

He seemed more relaxed this morning, softer, if that was possible for such a chiseled body and face. Instead of a business suit, he had on a black button up short sleeve shirt and jeans today. It made him seem more approachable, but it also accented the muscles in his arms that rippled with every movement. Strong enough to hold a woman in place…

We hadn’t even left the motel parking lot and I was already getting all hot and bothered. I knew what the deal had been for, I wasn’t some naive country girl. He was bringing me with him for sex.

I just didn’t know when he expected it.

“Are you ready, Ms Kinsey?” Madden put his hand on my lower back and guided me to the enormous limo waiting in the parking lot. The man in the uniform opened the door and I ducked inside after a slight encouraging pressure on my back.

“Skylar,” I said absently as Madden slid in across from me. Holy god. I had never in my life seen anything like this. “Wow.”

Madden chuckled and I realized that I must have said it out loud. But really, this was amazing. Polished chrome gleamed in the lights running along both sides of the inside of the roof, flanking a moon-roof that was closed. A glass-top bar took up almost one whole side of the car and there was so much room I could have laid down on the floor.

I glanced over at Madden who had sat back and was watching me with that smirk on his lips. A rise of heat climbed up my neck. Maybe it was the first time I’d ever been in a limo, and yes, I might be a little wide eyed at it all. I straightened my shoulders and leaned back against the soft black leather seat. Then I tilted my chin up and met his stare.

“It’s okay I guess,” I said in my best nonchalant, bored voice. “But I thought these things always had hot tubs in them or something.”

Madden threw back his head and laughed. The sound, thick and rich like expensive whiskey, warmed me from the inside. As soon as he got into the car, it seemed to shrink. He had a presence that no one would deny. This man was an enigma already. Last night he’d been harsh and demanding and I’d responded to it like a desert flower to water. Today, the arrogance was still there, he wore it as easily as that shirt, but he seemed more relaxed.

“So we’re going where?” I asked. The limo glided forward and I watched as we passed my little grey Mini Cooper. I used all my money to pay for the room for two weeks, so it should be okay parked there for the weekend.

“I’ve recently purchased a resort that is currently under renovation. I need to go over several things with the foreman and a meeting with one of the investors, but after that…” His intense gaze pierced mine and my breath stuttered. Nothing more was said about after, but his glance kept moving between me and his phone.

Each time I felt more and more undressed.

I didn’t have many clothes and definitely nothing worthy of a resort, even one in the midst of construction. My jeans were clean and this morning I had chosen a light peasant blouse that was probably the dressiest thing I owned. At least my toes were still painted pink from last week’s pedicure and didn’t look bad in my strappy white sandals.

“Where is this resort? In the city?”

Madden looked up from his phone. “Off the coast of South Carolina. Its really an island that was turned into a resort about thirty years ago.”

He bought an island. In the Atlantic. I don’t know why I thought it was local. It never occurred to me that we might be traveling someplace. “You bought an entire island?”

“It’s what I do.” He glanced at his phone, sighed, then set it on the console next to his seat. Then he reached over to the bar and opened a cupboard I didn’t even notice was there. Ice clinked into a glass and then he poured something amber over the cubes. “Would you like something? Wine? Mimosa? Sparkling juice?”

“Water?”

The way my stomach flipped over every time he looked at me, it was probably the best idea. Keep it simple.

Madden reached into a small fridge, also concealed and made to look like part of the cabinets, and handed me a Pellegrino.

I flashed a