Read The Bad Boy Billionaire: What a Girl Wants Online

Authors: Maya Rodale

Tags: #Fiction, #Contemporary romance

The Bad Boy Billionaire: What a Girl Wants (13 page)

BOOK: The Bad Boy Billionaire: What a Girl Wants
12.57Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

Prue turned to look and see if her prayers had been answered. An exceedingly fine—and fast—carriage rolled toward her, cloud of dust behind it, and pulled by two pure white stallions. Unfortunately, the carriage was driven by a man.

As the carriage came closer, she saw that he was a large man. A young man.

Then the carriage rolled to a gentle stop beside her.

She noticed his boots first: large, shiny black Hessians that reached his knee. His valet must have spent hours polishing them to such a high shine. Her gaze then traveled up, inevitably, to muscular thighs clad in very fitted kerseymere breeches. His waistcoat was a pale blue silk, the color of the sky approximately three hours earlier, before the sun reached its peak in the sky.

His jacket was green, like the pine needles in the forest that had softened her steps as she made her escape. Of course his chest and shoulders were broad.

And when she lifted her gaze higher still, to his face?

To hell with you, God.

This man’s face, with his blue eyes and easy smile, made her think of
once upon a time.
Once upon a time when she still believed in heroes saved the day. Once upon a time, when she still believed that somewhere, out there, was a man who would love her. Once upon a time, when a young girl’s dreams came true and happily-ever-after was just within reach. That was a long time ago. These days, Prudence knew better. She knew that wolves wore rogue’s clothing and they had a taste for young ladies.

“Good afternoon,” he said with a tip of his hat and a smile that revealed a slight dimple in his left cheek. He was entirely handsome, from his slightly unruly brown hair down to the tips of his shiny black boots. And he was smiling at her in a way that made her feel like fireworks inside: hot, shimmering, sparkling explosions that took her breath away with their beauty.

Prudence managed a tight smile, wanting to be polite but not encouraging.

“Would you like a ride somewhere miss? I’d be happy to oblige,” he offered.

Of course she wanted a ride somewhere. At the moment, she wanted nothing more than to sit on the upholstered carriage bench, under the shade of the carriage top. She wanted to set down her bag and sigh with relief. She wanted to sit beside this impossibly handsome man and gaze up at his blue eyes and think about falling in love rather than being accosted and left for dead, or worse.

She knew about worse.

So even though this handsome man smiled at her kindly and had magically appeared during her hour of need to offer her a much-desired ride, Prudence said no.

To be more precise, she said, “No, thank you.”

This was punctuated by another rumble of thunder.

The man, drat him, lifted one brow curiously and looked impossibly handsome whilst doing so.

“It’s a hot day to be out walking,” he remarked.

“I am well aware of that,” she replied dryly and he laughed. To her vast irritation, it was a warm, lovely sound that she might have enjoyed under other circumstances or in another lifetime or if she were another person entirely.

“It’s also likely to rain,” he gesturing toward the thick, dark clouds. There was another rumble of thunder so perfectly timed she wondered if he had a way of commanding the weather.

“How refreshing.” She glanced down the road. A plume of smoke was rising up, far off in the distance. Was that a town just ahead? And could she walk there before the rain started? Maybe. If this man would leave her to trudge along.

“I beg your pardon, I haven’t properly introduced myself. I’m Castleton,” he said with the lordly authority that Prudence recognized from all the haughty peers she knew in London—and strenuously avoided.

She ought to introduce herself. Which name should she give him?
Prude Prudence?
Or
London’s Least Likely To Be Caught In A Compromising Position?
Not being a complete ninny, she wasn’t about to give her real name to a strange man she encountered on the side of the road.

“I’m Miss Merryweather.”

“Miss Merryweather, I’d be more than happy to drive you into town. It’s just a mile or so ahead.”

Oh, thank God.

“I’d prefer to walk, thank you,” she told him. To prove her point, she started trudging toward town. Her feet throbbed. Her back ached. In her gloves, her hands were positively raw from carrying her bag. But there was no way she was going to put herself at the mercy of a man she didn’t know.

“Would you like company?” he offered, not at all taking the hint that she wasn’t the slightest bit interested.

Correction: She was interested. But she had no intention of indulging in her interest of him and what he offered. Her life had made it plain that men were brutes not to be trusted and God had made it abundantly clear that she was not to have love or marriage. There was no point in her furthering her acquaintance with this man. Nothing good could come of it.

“No, thank you,” she said.

“Are you quite certain you don’t want a ride, Miss Merryweather? I’d feel like the worst sort of gentleman if I left you on your own by the side of a desolate country road with a rainstorm imminent. I’d be much obliged if you let me drive you into town.”

“And I’d be much obliged if you left me to proceed in peace.” She couldn’t stand the temptation much longer and she could. Not. Get. In. That. Carriage.

Not for the first time did she curse The Beast.

If it weren’t for him, she could have climbed into that carriage and let herself fall in love. If it weren’t for him, she’d probably be happily married to a wonderful man with a baby or two. She wouldn’t be here—escaping alone from a highway robbery, aching and scared on the side of the road refusing the offer of a handsome man.

“As you wish. Enjoy your walk. Good day,” Castleton said with another tip of his hat and flash of his smile. Then he flicked the reigns, the stallion picked up a trot and Prudence was left behind in the dust.

Spoiler alert: Prudence and Castleton find each other stranded at an inn together, alone, with secrets . . .

 

About the Author

Maya Rodale began reading romance novels in college at her mother’s insistence and it wasn’t long before she was writing her own. Maya is now the author of multiple historical and contemporary romances. She lives in New York City with her darling dog and a rogue of her own.

Please visit her at www.mayarodale.com.

Sign up for her newsletter to be notified of new releases: http://bit.ly/1kk95QP

Visit
www.AuthorTracker.com
for exclusive information on your favorite HarperCollins authors.

 

Also by Maya Rodale

The Bad Boy Billionaire’s Girl Gone Wild
(Novella)

Wallflower Gone Wild

The Bad Boy Billionaire’s Wicked Arrangement
(Novella)

The Wicked Wallflower

Three Schemes and a Scandal
(Novella)

Seducing Mr. Knightly

The Tattooed Duke

A Tale of Two Lovers

A Groom of One’s Own

 

Copyright

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Excerpt from
What a Wallflower Wants
copyright © 2014 by Maya Rodale.

THE BAD BOY BILLIONAIRE: WHAT A GIRL WANTS
. Copyright © 2014 by Maya Rodale. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the nonexclusive, nontransferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, decompiled, reverse-engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books.

EPub Edition MAY 2014 ISBN: 9780062230836

Print Edition ISBN: 9780062230867

JV 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

About the Publisher

Australia

HarperCollins Publishers (Australia) Pty. Ltd.

Level 13, 201 Elizabeth Street

Sydney, NSW 2000, Australia

http://www.harpercollins.com.au/ebooks

Canada

HarperCollins Canada

2 Bloor Street East - 20th Floor

Toronto, ON, M4W, 1A8, Canada

http://www.harpercollins.ca

New Zealand

HarperCollins Publishers (New Zealand) Limited

P.O. Box 1

Auckland, New Zealand

http://www.harpercollins.co.nz

United Kingdom

HarperCollins Publishers Ltd.

77-85 Fulham Palace Road

London, W6 8JB, UK

http://www.harpercollins.co.uk

United States

HarperCollins Publishers Inc.

10 East 53rd Street

New York, NY 10022

http://www.harpercollins.com

BOOK: The Bad Boy Billionaire: What a Girl Wants
12.57Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

Other books

Nobody's Angel by Clark, Jack
Hardcastle's Soldiers by Graham Ison
Wasabi Heat by Raelynn Blue
The Equations of Love by Ethel Wilson
A Bad Bit Nice by Josie Kerr
The Ottoman Motel by Christopher Currie
while the black stars burn by snyder, kucy a