The Billionaire’s Proposal (THE BILLIONAIRES CLUB) by Kristin Lee EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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CAMERON
I’ve never considered pushing someone overboard until this moment. But
since I need every dollar I make; I sink my hands into my pockets to
remove any temptation from shoving him into the warm ocean. From
what I can see, he’s gorgeous, and he’s a paying client. If he died on my
excursion, they would dispute the two thousand dollars on his credit card.
“Did you hear me when I asked you to take us out farther?”
My skin prickles at the sound of his growly and authoritative tone. At a
snail’s pace, I rotate my body to face him. “Did you hear me say that this
location has produced tuna for six consecutive days?” I ask with a hint of
annoyance tainting my tone.
He tightens his jaw like he’s about to explode, grabs the bronze alloy rod,
and points in my direction. “Do you see any tuna?” He looks at his two
friends. “Do you?”
They shake their heads and look like they’re going to pee their pants.
“Well, if you would listen, you would catch something.” My eyes pinch
closed while I inhale a heavy breath. When I open them, we have a sunglass
stare off.
It stopped raining an hour ago, shortly after he stepped onboard, yet he
wears a raincoat shielding his body and covering his head. I’m surprised he
didn’t cover up those Italian leather shoes and the Tom Ford sunglasses
with brown lenses hiding his eyes. But his mouth is totally kissable—
perfectly sized, the color of pale raspberries—not that I’m thinking about it.
“Sir, I’m asking you to be patient. To trust my competence. I wouldn’t come
to your business and tell you how to run it.”
He cuts the distance between us in half as the corners of his lips turn
upward. “I doubt that.”
Well, he may be right. Gravity tugs at my core. I’ve never seen someone so
stubborn, yet still attractive.
God, why am I always attracted to assholes?
“I’ve got one,” his friend yells.
My first mate, Orlando, holds the rod in place while letting the fish skim
through the blue water until the J hook has penetrated the tuna’s thick skin.
“Don’t take it out yet,” Orlando explains.
Mr. Worthington, the name signed on the waivers—I guess he doesn’t have
a first name since he didn’t disclose it—lowers his hood and unzips his
jacket, revealing a pin-striped button down which is utterly ridiculous to
wear on a fishing excursion. On the website, there are clear instructions on
what to expect and what to wear. He brought the raincoat, but otherwise
looks like he’s attending a meeting in downtown Miami.
What I’m not expecting is how the dress shirt stretches over his biceps or
how when he rolls up the sleeves, cuff by cuff, reveals the sexiest arms. I
gasp, literally. One of his roped forearms is decorated with an ornate tattoo
stretching from elbow to wrist.
He scoots in next to his friend and takes over for Orlando, removing the
rod.
“Put the rod back in the holder!” I shout.
“I told them, Captain, but they insist on doing it themselves.” Orlando
shrugs his shoulders.
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