Uncovered (Billionaire Romance) (Boston Buyer's Club) by Morgan Black Page B

down and told me that if I was going to amount to anything, I needed to become part of the business world, and stop all the fun and games. My friends were too young to understand, and kept doing stupid things. Things that were illegal, but they had big fancy lawyers who could get them out of anything. Well, almost anything.” He paused for a moment, and I could feel his history haunting him. “I haven't really met anyone since then that really gets what I'm trying to do in the world.”
    “What are you trying to do?”
    “Make something of myself. Money buys you happiness.”
    “That's not necessarily true.”
    He chewed on his lower lip for a moment. I'd never seen a guy looked so vulnerable in such a sultry way. His vulnerability turned me on. “Money bought me you.”
    I smiled. “And do I make you happy?”
    “You have no idea. ” H e put his glass back into the picnic basket, and wrapped his hands around my face, pulling me towards him. His lips crushed into mine, and he playfully bit on my lower lip. His hands moved back to the nape of my neck, and he rubbed back and forth. He held me against him so hard it felt like I couldn't breathe. But if I passed out right now, I'd be okay with it. I wanted Hudson James, all of him, all the time. His mere presence was intoxicating. When he pulled back, and I was finally able to breathe, I felt like I had far more than one glass of wine.
     
    He smiled at me. “So, since you asked me questions, I get to ask you something.”
    “That’s fair. What do you want to know?”
    “What happened with Judge Paxton?”
     
    Boston Buyer’s Club Rule #4
    Never Discuss Other Clients With Clients
    “I don’t know what you’re referring to.”
    “Come on, Calla. You can tell me anything. What really happened that night?”
    I couldn't tell him. There wasn't anything to tell. “I hardly knew the man. A detective showed up, and told me he was dead. I don't know anything.”
    “I heard his wife was in on it. That she wanted the insurance money. Do you think she did it?”
    “I don't know. I never met his wife. The only time I ever saw her was when she was talking on the news. Or when her lawyer was talking. And her poor kids… they all look so sad. But really, Hudson, I don't know anything about it. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
    He squinted his eyes at me. “You're sure? He didn't say anything…”
    I took another bite of my sandwich, and shook my head. “Nothing. I don't want to talk about this anymore.”
    I finished my sandwich, and started to look for my beach bag to put on my bathing suit, and go to the water, where he couldn’t scrutinize me. Why had he ruined such a wonderful day with asking questions about subjects I knew nothing about?
    “Are you going to join me this time?”
    He shook his head. “I don't swim.”
    “Why not? It's so freeing to be out there in the water. To be part of something that huge.”
    “No I’ll just watch you.”
    “Is this part of your control situation? I think I'm a Type A personality, but you’re way worse than I am.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I mean that, if something should happen, I don't think you would want to be rescued. I don't think that you feel like you can put your life in someone else's hands.”
    He just sat there and looked at me like I had said something so profound he didn't have words to match it. We stood in silence for a moment before he finally spoke. “And you call me the mysterious one. You really are something, Calla Hart.”
    “I try.”

3
    I spent the rest of the afternoon splashing in the water, and enjoying the sun on my pale skin. Boston was so cold and damp this time of year, it was just nice to get a break from the miserable weather. There weren't a lot of people on the beach though, so no one really bothered us as we talked about my school, and a little bit more about his family. It was a nice break from the rest of the world, but I knew that we had to return soon.