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Bargaining for the Billionaire (Seattle Bachelors #3)
Author: JM Stewart



Chapter One

 

Dread sank in Madison O’Riley’s stomach as the musical jingle of her phone announced the arrival of a message. Any other day, that sound could bring a smile. It would’ve meant she’d gotten a text from one of her two best friends: usually Christina confirming details for a girls’ night out or Hannah sending a picture of her three-month-old daughter, Emily.

Tonight, however, that sound meant the message she’d been waiting for had arrived. For a moment, she could only stare at the sender’s name, blinking on the small, black screen. Was she really ready for this?

“Is that him?” Seated on the couch across from her, Hannah leaned forward, bracing her elbows on her knees.

Maddie lifted her gaze, peering across the coffee table. Seated on the couch, Hannah grinned, ear to flippin’ ear, her dark brows all the way up into her hairline. The rat. Christina, at least, tried to hide her excited smile. More refined, she sat with her long legs crossed and her hands folded in her lap. She looked calm and unperturbed, but the glimmer in her eyes gave her away. Both women clearly waited for the “deets.”

Maddie sighed and shook her head. “How did I let you two rope me into this?”

Okay, so she knew the answer. Both of the other women had found their soul mates. They were all so damned happy it made her flat-out jealous. At this point, she was stalling. This blind date they’d “encouraged” her into should be a good thing. She hadn’t dated in three years, and they were right. It was time. This hare-brained scheme provided a middle ground. After all, what harm could a little flirting do?

Hannah straightened, leaning back into the sofa cushions. “Because you’re lonely, babe. You said it yourself. But you also said you weren’t ready for another relationship.” She shrugged. “It worked for me. I got to know Cade online. Start there. It’s just Gchat. If you decide you don’t like him, you don’t have to go through with the auction.”

Christina flashed one of her smiles, the soft kind that always managed to melt the nerves raging in Maddie’s stomach. There was something so calming about Christina.

“Hannah’s right. There will be hundreds of women willing to take him off your hands. But he’s nice. I promise. And he’s not a toad, as you so aptly put it. I gather only the best for my auctions.” Christina grinned, giving her a sassy little wink that had Maddie hard-pressed not to laugh.

Her two best friends couldn’t have been more different. Where Hannah was quiet and shy and often uncertain of herself, Christina was all elegance but bold as brass. Maddie had known Hannah since her days spent working in the marketing department of Bradbury Books, a mid-sized publisher on the rise. Long before they’d taken a walk on the wild side and opened their little bookstore four years ago.

She’d met Christina through Hannah. Christina was Hannah’s husband’s twin sister. They’d officially become friends when Christina had asked for help planning Hannah’s bachelorette party. She’d made an instant lifelong friend that night.

Hannah had had an online affair, one that eventually led to her falling in love and getting married. Hannah had taken a chance and met Cade in person. What began as a two-week fling while he was in Seattle had become more.

Exactly how Maddie now found herself staring at a Gchat from a stranger, nausea swirling in her stomach. She wouldn’t exactly call herself celibate. After her breakup with Grayson three years ago, she’d sworn off men and dating. Which meant it wasn’t raining men in her world, either. It didn’t help that she’d trust another man when little pink elephants flew south for the winter.

Hannah reached out a socked foot and nudged her toe. “Oh, go on. Answer him. What harm can it do? He doesn’t have your number, just your e-mail address, and believe me, nobody in the world is going to know who Mad Hatter Three Thousand is.”

Maddie’s mouth went dry, a dull pounding starting in her temples. “Oh, God, I think I’m going to be sick.”

Her hand trembled as she picked up her cell from the coffee table. She swiped her finger up the screen, then tapped the Gchat icon. The message that popped up was innocuous, really, but her phone shook in her palm anyway.

BookNerd: Hey. Christina gave me your e-mail address. Apparently, you’re my date for the auction this year. ;)

Christina came from a wealthy family. Founder and head of a local charity her family made a sizable donation to every year, her “baby” was a bachelor auction, carried out in the name of raising money for breast cancer research. Maddie had met her at the auction, where Cade had been one of the bachelors.

As with every year, twelve hunky guys were being auctioned off for a good cause. Any other time, she’d have been all over that. She had no desire to date, or God forbid, fall in love again, but she was a woman, after all. With needs and yearnings, and she missed things like sex. She had a sore need to get laid. She wanted the weight of a man’s body pressing her into the mattress, yearned for a real cock pounding into her, hot and hard and not made of rubber. She wanted the huff of his warm breath on her neck, and by God, she ached for the luscious rush of an orgasm she didn’t have to give to herself.

She’d grown damn tired of her Battery Operated Boyfriend, otherwise lovingly referred as to as B.O.B, but sex with a real man meant complications, which she flat out didn’t do. Flirting with a hot guy made her nerves shake, but could make her whole night. Knowing the men Christina chose for her auctions were all successful, with muscles on top of muscles, didn’t hurt, either. Christina had excellent taste.

This year, Maddie had a date with someone she’d never met and wouldn’t meet until the night of the auction. Exactly two weeks from today.

She glanced down at her phone again. His e-mail address seemed harmless enough. It hinted that they had something in common—books. Her stomach still wobbled all the same, and she cursed her nerves. It wasn’t like her to be so nervous. She was a people person, damn it. Besides, she couldn’t stay single forever. If she truly wanted a night of hot, sweaty sex, she had to get back up on that horse. And it started with this Gchat.

Her thumbs hovered over the on-screen keyboard. “What on earth do I say to him?”

Christina gave a soft, airy laugh. “You could start with hello.”

“Hello.” Maddie nodded. “Right. I can do that.”

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