Hired A Gigolo. Got a Billionaire (Zoey & Christian) Book PDF Free

I swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. His fingers moved deliberately slowly, freeing me from the dress’s intricate fastenings. “There,” he announced at last, his voice oddly husky. Holding the dress against my chest, I was suddenly acutely aware of how close we stood. “Thank you. I’ll… change.” Grabbing my suitcase, which someone had brought…

He smiled, taking my hand. “You’ll love it. And don’t worry-our jet is extremely comfortable.” “Our jet?” I repeated, raising a brow. “Of course, because everyone has a private jet, right? “Technically, it belongs to the company,” he corrected, with that half-smile that inexplicably stole my breath.” But yes, we’ll take it to Valentia. Part…

I could hear Christian talking to the saleswoman, his voice low and melodic in fluent Valentian. When I finally emerged, dressed again in my regular and a smile that stole my breath. waiting with an elegant shopping bag in hand “A late wedding gift,” he said, handing me the bag. “Or early, depending on how…

The main terrace had been set with the kind of care only Valentians devote to a meal. Candles flickered gently in the night breeze, casting golden light over antique china and polished silverware that gleamed beneath the stars. From the kitchen drifted a symphony of herbs and slow-simmering sauces. Lucy appeared carrying a tray of…

“Sorry about the interruption,” he murmured, running a hand through his hair. “I was worried about my grandfather’s health. I couldn’t ignore the call.” “Is he alright?” I asked, genuine concern breaking through. “Yes.” Christian’s shoulders eased a little. “He just wanted to make sure we’d arrived safely.” “He’s very attached to you.” “It’s mutual,”…

When I finished, Lucy took my hand and led me through the villa, speaking and gesturing in a way that, surprisingly, I began to follow by context. She showed me rooms I hadn’t seen the night before-a library with shelves that reached the ceiling, a sitting room with enormous windows overlooking the vineyards, a terrace…

“How romantic. And you came to Castoria, exactly where we used to spend our summers. What a… coincidence.” “I think you’re the one who came here just to provoke,” I shot back. “It won’t work.” Her eyes narrowed, the mask of civility slipping for a fraction of a second. Before she could answer, an elderly…

“Francesca and I weren’t just neighbors. We were childhood friends who became… more. As teenagers, we started a relationship. We were young, reckless, thought we could change the world.” His eyes softened in a way I’d never seen before. “My mother, ironically, supported us. But our grandfathers… they were bitter rivals. They saw us being…

“This is another one I’ll love helping you take off,” he whispered, his low, husky voice sending shivers down my spine. Before I could respond, he pulled me up and captured my lips in a deep, passionate kiss-right there, in the middle of the vat, in front of the entire village. The crowd erupted in…

“Don’t worry,” he said, his voice two octaves lower as he pulled me hard against him. “I’ll make you pay another way.” The moon spilled its silver light over the vineyards as Christian pulled me into his arms with an urgency that mirrored my own desire. There were no words, only the sound of our…