Sinful Rewards 11
A Billionaires and Bikers Novella
By: Cynthia Sax
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Bee
Carter has been invited to one of Chicago's most glamorous charity balls.
Attending this high-society event will be a dream come true, giving her the
sense of belonging she's always craved and memories she could never duplicate.
But
it will also test her relationship. Because her date won't be the man she
believes she loves. Instead, she'll be arriving on the tuxedo-clad arm of his rival,
a man who has never stopped wanting her, desiring her touch, her kisses, and
her passion.
How
much will Bee risk to make a dream come true? Will her newfound love withstand
the temptation of another, a man willing to do anything to claim her?
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Cynthia Sax lives
in a world filled with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not always
say, "I love you," they will do anything for the women they adore.
They live passionately. They play hard. They love the same women forever.
Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers
himself up to the joys and pains of research while they travel the world together,
meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as
Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.
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“The
Magnificent Ball is tonight.” I keep my tone casual, informational.
Hawke
slides his glance to my face. “You want to go.”
Sometimes
I wish he wasn’t able to read me. I set my glass on the counter. “I sent out
the invitations. My friend Susan says the room will be beautiful with a
gorgeous chandelier hanging from the ceiling and lights everywhere. The women
will be dressed in floor-length designer ball gowns, diamonds sparkling around
their necks and in their hair. The men will be wearing tuxes.” My voice warms.
“It’ll be like a fairy tale. Anyone who is anyone will be there.”
He
worries about me, about all of the guests attending. “The event will have
security.” He’s security. I look at him. “Will your team be there?”
He
gazes at me, not answering.
“Right,
you don’t talk about clients.” My laugh is semihysterical. I’m screwing this
up. “I realize you don’t like to attend fancy society events, and I’m okay with
that. I can go with a friend.” It’s the only way I can go. Nicolas is the
person with the invitation.
“You’ll
go with Nicolas,” Hawke says the billionaire’s name with distaste. “Why do you
want to attend this ball?”
He
isn’t buying my “it’s like a fairy tale” excuse. I push my food around my
plate, considering my words carefully. “I’ve been excluded my entire life, not
considered good enough.” I can’t look at him, can’t see the judgment in his
eyes. “I want to know what it feels like to belong, to just once walk into a
room filled with important people and know I deserve to be there.”
My
little speech is followed by silence.
Hawke
doesn’t like the idea, doesn’t think my foolish dream is worth the risks.
That’s why he isn’t saying anything. I set down my fork and brace myself for
his refusal.
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