Give Me More--A Sexy Billionaire Romance by A.C. Arthur (detective books to read txt) 📕

asked questions about what his father said had happened. Those were the facts, and as Ron’s son RJ had acted accordingly. That meant keeping a close eye on their competition. RJ could follow his parents’ decree that there was now a truce between the families, but he still intended to pay close attention to Tobias and his fashion house. Starting with Veronica and this book she planned to write.

“I might have something new to add,” he told Grace, even though he really didn’t. He just wanted her to interview him, or at least say she’d stop working to interview him, and then he could easily maneuver that into something else.

He closed the distance between them, pushing his hands under her nightshirt to run along her hips. “You can start by asking me whatever questions you want to ask.”

She let him pull her to him, already shaking her head. “Nah, buddy. Not yet anyway. Just let me get these notes typed up and then you’ll have my undivided attention.”

That last word was followed by her hand cupping his burgeoning erection, and he grinned at her to keep from moaning. “I can respect that,” he said, dropping a quick kiss on her lips. “I’ll just be over here waiting.”

When he didn’t move but kept his hands on her delectable body, she pushed him away, laughing. He chuckled, too, going over to sit on the bed. He took off his shoes and reached for the television remote. There wasn’t usually much on these hotel televisions with limited satellite channels, but he wasn’t really watching anyway. No, when RJ lay back against the pillows, one arm tucked behind his head, his gaze shifted over to the table where Grace sat.

He had no idea how long he watched her staring at the laptop screen, fingers moving over the keyboard. Every now and then she’d turn her attention to the notes on the many pads laid out, and then she’d go right back to typing again. He loved to see her work, enjoyed wondering how her brilliant mind came up with so many words. Her stories were always meaningful and poignant in some way. Even when she was talking about makeup comparisons, upcoming style changes, the lack of books in a public library. Regardless of what she wrote he could always find the heart and empathy she’d put into each word. While they were dating, he’d read every one of her articles, had even saved many of them on his home computer. She was the love of his life and everything about her was important to him.

So when he dozed off, it was to thoughts of how she would work in the home office of the house they’d purchase together one day. He’d stand in the doorway watching her until he was too tired. Then he’d head to their bedroom and wait for her to finish and join him. He wouldn’t sleep soundly until the moment she was lying in bed beside him, where she belonged.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

THE NEXT MORNING when Grace awoke and rolled over in bed, she again went immediately still. This time, it was because she’d bumped into something, or she should say someone. Opening her eyes very slowly, she saw RJ lying on his back, one arm on the pillow above his head, the other hand buried beneath the sheet that straddled his waist. A smile ghosted her lips and she propped herself up on an elbow to stare at him.

Sunlight poured in from the partially closed drapes at the patio door, a slash of gold cutting across his deep umber-hued skin. Tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, she stared at his muscled biceps and chest. There was no part of this man that wasn’t heavenly to look at. If he turned over on his stomach, which he often did when he slept, she’d have a view of his firm ass and strong shoulders. As it stood now, she dragged her gaze back up to his face. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. No concerns about the company marring his forehead with lines, no private jokes from his brothers ruffling his mood, no worries about the wedding going perfectly for Riley. In the past few days, she and RJ had talked about a lot of things—his family, hers, his job and hers. Those conversations coupled with this morning wake-up view was just another reminder of old times.

Last night after she’d finished writing, her thoughts had begun to focus on what the future held not just for the two fashion houses, but also for her and RJ. For whatever reason, she’d been able to keep what they were doing here on the island compartmentalized, or at least that had been her goal. But that was before truth or dare, and it was before her conversation with Marva Gold.

“Why did you really want to write this story?” That had been the first question Marva asked after Grace was seated in the living room area of their villa.

There’d been a level of comfort in all the interviews she’d conducted up to this point. She used to have a really good relationship with Marva but this was the first time she’d been in a room alone with the woman after turning down her son’s proposal.

“Because it’ll be good for my career,” Grace had replied.

Marva had seemed to accept that response by giving a slight nod. “Or was it because you knew it would bring you back to RJ? You wanted to right the wrong you knew you’d done by leaving all those years ago.”

Well, clearly, Marva had some things she wanted to say about their breakup. Grace had figured this was fair. In fact, she’d given each of the Gold siblings a chance to voice their feelings about that situation during their interviews. For the way she’d left everyone high and dry, she figured she owed them that much. “I wasn’t wrong for making a decision to follow my dreams. Men do it every