Page 27 of The Billionaire's Proposal

I mold her body to mine. “You didn’t, and it was hot as hell. Just wish my brother didn’t see it. I want you all to myself.”

“What are you saying?”

My thoughts are scattered like sand on the shore. I know I want her and enjoy her company, but I’m not sure I can commit. It’s not fair to her when I still think of Phoebe every day.

I shrug my exposed shoulder and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, pressing my lips to her neck. “I don’t know. I’m operating on pure emotion right now.”

She smiles as if she understands and says, “Let’s just enjoy whatever it is. Did you see the segment of us from the excursion?”

“I did. We garnered the attention of my parents and siblings.”

Cameron’s fingers swirl across my hand in a soothing motion. “I saw the pain on your face when you saw Elena.”

“It shook me. Not only does she resemble Phoebe, but her mannerisms are also the same. Did you know the segments with you are rating higher than the other ladies? Viewers love Margie, but you’re polling higher.”

She scoffs, “Not something I care about. However, how are you polling? Are people back to loving Winslow Worthington?”

As we lie in bed, I roll her over so she’s facing me. “I’ve never cared whether people like me or not. I have a job, and I do it well. It pisses me off that some random person off the street has the tools to destroy a person in a moment.”

“So, when you yelled at the waitress, it was taken out of context?”

“No, but the press thinks I have a perfect life, and I should never have a bad day.”

She arches one brow, challenging me.

“Okay, more like a bad week.”

I pull her leg over my hip, and she gasps. “What’s wrong?”

“My muscles ache. Guess I’m not used to getting sexed up,” she teases, and I can’t help but smile. “Wipe that grin off your face.”

“What grin?”

She presses a tender kiss to the corner of my mouth. “This one. I am really sore.”

“Do you have a heating pad or wrap?”

She shakes her head. “No, but I have a sock with rice. You can heat it in the microwave.”

I’ve never met anyone like her—down to earth, gorgeous, strong—all wrapped around me.

“Where can I find this rice sock?”

“Under the bathroom sink.”

I scoot out of bed and gather the sock, which looks like a monkey. Warm it for exactly three minutes, and the smell of cooked rice filters through the air. She’s lying on her stomach with the sheet covering her to mid back. I roll back the sheet and place it on her lower back.

“Can you move it down more?”

“Is this where you want it?” It lays on the curve of her perfect ass. Sliding back in, I rub her back and every few minutes, I move the rice monkey sock to her thighs and calves, until she falls asleep.

Lying awake, all I can think about is how perfect she feels in my arms and how my heart stutters every damn time she sasses me.

I’m afraid it’s all going to come crashing down when she finds out that Phoebe’s dead because of me.

Chapter Fifteen

CAMERON

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