Page 17 of The Bossy Billionaire

“It isn’t every weekend,” I grit out, my fingers encasing her waist, bringing her slightly closer to me as we continue arguing under our breaths.

“Sure, it’s not,” she says with another roll of her eyes, and I swear a spanking is in her future if she keeps pushing me like this.

“I haven’t been with a woman in…” I think about it, and the fact that I need to think about it is startling.

“What, a day?” she exaggerates. I grind my teeth because I am about to go to the reception here and ask for a room key myself just so I can throw her over my shoulder, take her to my room, lift up this sexy as fuck pencil skirt, and make the soft peachy skin of her ass red. That thought alone already has me harder than a fucking teenage boy at a swimming pool.

“Over a month, at least,” I say as we come to a standstill outside the hotel, waiting from my car to arrive. The cool air does nothing to deflate my cock as it pushes against my zipper.

“Yeah, right. I met you just over a month ago, remember?” she says, looking at me in complete disbelief.

“How can I forget?” The heat in my tone evident, she looks back at me sharply. “Nice glasses, by the way. Pity they don’t help you see assholes camouflaged as plumbers,” I add, having not mentioned them to her before. But they are a lot better than her old ones. I love that I get to see her pretty eyes now.

“Thanks, they were a gift from Katie, and I can see assholes clearly, don’t you worry. I am currently looking at one,” she sasses with a quirked brow, and my body heats under her gaze.

My car pulls up then, and I open the door for her. “Get in.”

“So bossy.” She slinks into the front seat, looking like every man's wet dream.

“Oh, you have no idea.” I close her door and walk around to the other side, hoping like hell I can get her back to her shop and to her brothers in one piece.

We make our way back to Bloomers, bickering about small, meaningless things the entire way, which only riles me up more. It has been a long time since a woman challenged me like this and I am rock-hard from it.

“Oh, you’re back! How was it?” Katie asks us as we walk into the store.

“Great. Fantastic. Well worth it.” Lucy’s words fumble out over the top of each other, and she looks a little flustered. Good to know that it isn’t just me feeling hot and bothered.

“It was a good crowd. But I need to run. Good to see you, Katie.” I smile as I begin to make a quick retreat out of the store before I start another argument with my coaching client in front of her sister-in-law.

“Thanks, Huxley,” Lucy says sincerely, and I pause.

“We look forward to seeing you at the gala next week!” Katie pipes up. I had forgotten about the Rothschild gala, but I wouldn’t miss it. It means too much to Harrison.

“You’re coming to the gala?” Lucy asks, eyes wide.

“I am. I always support Harrison,” I tell her, nodding.

“Of course you are,” she murmurs, and I smirk at how not happy she sounds about that.

“You are too, I assume?” I ask her.

“My brothers have talked me into going. They are almost as bossy as you are.”

“Well, do me a favor at the gala?”

“What’s that?” she asks, looking up at me.

“Save me a dance,” I tell her as I walk backward, stepping away from her while I still can.

“I don’t dance,” she says almost breathlessly.

“What, never?” I ask, bewildered. All girls like to dance, don’t they?

“Not anymore.” Her voice is laced with a hint of sadness, and I stall, watching her turn around the shelf and walk to the back office to where Katie is waiting for her, before the door closes on both of them.

CHAPTER TEN - LUCY

I sit in the back of the limo with Katie and Eddie, wondering what the hell I am doing. I should be at the shop. I still have a few boxes to unpack, and it is already Tuesday night, so I am way behind my usual schedule. I missed the full day in the shop last week because I attended the business summit with Huxley. That put me a little behind, and I haven’t been able to catch up since.

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