Falling for the Billionaire (One Night Stand #5)(9)

By: J. S. Cooper & Helen Cooper


“Lacey, you awake?” Eliza knocked on my bedroom door as I sat up and tried to get the image of Henry out of my mind.

“Yes.” I groaned slightly as I rubbed my eyes, and she walked in. “I had the dream again,” I said to her before she could speak.

“Of Henry James?” She looked surprised as she sat on my bed. She raised her eyebrows at me and looked at me curiously.

“The one and only,” I groaned. “I just don’t understand why I keep dreaming about him. I don’t even know him.”

“Well, you do know him, and you think he’s hot, obviously.” She laughed. “You’ve met him, what…two times now? And you did see him two nights ago.”

“I only saw him because I was working as a servant at his house party. And I barely saw him.” I made a face at her. “And he’s not hot,” I said, my face flushing as I thought about his deep-green eyes and jet-black hair. Hot was an understatement. Henry James was scorching. So scorching that I could still feel my skin sizzling.

“You’re bright red, Lacey,” Eliza said, staring at me with a wicked grin on her face. “This is the second time you’ve dreamed of him. Two nights in a row, to be exact. He must have really made an impression on you at that party. Exactly what happened and exactly what did you dream?”

“Nothing happened.” I moaned and collapsed back down on the bed. “Why is this happening to me? Why can’t I get him out of my head?”

“Why you, nothing! You know you love it.” She laughed and gave me an evil smirk. “So, I have something to tell you. Something that is quite appropriate to be discussed at this time.”

“Oh?” I sat up again, looking at her curiously. “What?”

“So, Scott told me that Henry invited us up to some party this weekend at his country mansion. Shall we go?” She looked at me intently, and I wondered if she could see in my face how excited I was. Henry had invited us to a party? Why?

“He did what?” I blinked up at her, my heart racing. “Henry James invited us to a party?”

“I know. He doesn’t even know us.” She shook her head and I could see that she looked slightly baffled. “Are you sure you didn’t do anything with him?”

“I’m positive. Trust me,” I said. “Though I have to admit a part of me wanted to, but the sane part of me realized that he’s bad news. And I don’t need bad-news guys in my life, not after Steven.”

“Yeah.” Eliza looked away, her face looking serious. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

“Do you think we should?” I asked, hoping I didn’t sound too eager. Why had Henry invited us to his mansion? What was he hoping to get? A secret thrill ran through my body at the thought of spending an entire weekend with him. I barely knew him—but I suppose my body didn’t care about that. Plus, what could he really do to me? We were connected in a way that meant I would end up seeing him from time to time, even if I didn’t want to. His brother was married to Eliza’s boyfriend Scott’s sister. We would see each other in the future. At least I secretly hoped we would. I wanted to scream out in frustration as Eliza and I stared at each other while I waited for her answer.

“We should go.” She nodded. “If you’re sure this is what you want.”

“Yeah,” I said softly, though I wasn’t really sure what I wanted. Or what I expected to happen. Was I stupid to be daydreaming about a man that I barely knew and who seemed to be an asshole? I knew I was stupid, but I couldn’t stop myself from thinking that just one night or one weekend with him couldn’t hurt.

Could it?



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“I told you a long car ride would be helpful for your book,” Eliza said as she drove us to Henry’s place.

“I guess.” I made a face at her as I adjusted in my seat and turned on the AC. “I feel like the book sucks already.” I groaned.

“Read me the first line again,” Eliza said. “We’ll come up with the perfect first line.”

“Okay,” I said and opened my notebook, grateful for the opportunity to think about my book and not the weekend ahead. I had no idea what was going to happen with Henry, but I had a feeling I was walking into some sort of trap, like a greedy mouse that could see that the cheese was tied to a piece of string but continued anyways.