Page 100 of The Billionaire's Pact

My eyes narrowed after him. “Thanks for the warning.”

We returned to the couch, and he angled toward me. “You can dance, I see. What else do you enjoy doing?”

I lifted my shoulders. “Hmm, I don’t know, actually. I graduated from college recently.”

“What was your major?”

“Global studies with a minor in modern languages. I also paint.” I gave talking about my hobby a test and it felt good to say it.

He gave me a nod. “Languages come in handy for travel, translators, and diplomats. I speak several languages myself. It also works well for my work.”

“What exactly do you do?” I asked.

“My brand is lifestyles. It involves our wellness products to infuse a new life. We travel all over the world and demonstrate our products. Our lifestyle channel is streamed by millions. Our industry collaborations are in high demand. We have numerous, successful, international stores.” Janus gave me his pitch, and even with the little he shared, I was impressed.

“That sounds amazing.”

“We could definitely use a new brand ambassador, like you.”

Excitement coursed through me at the possibility, but a nagging thought came to mind. Is Janus serious, or is this the flaky stuff Isla warned me about? “You talk to me for a few minutes, and that’s it? I’m sure you can get anyone.”

“My brand is in demand everywhere,” he said boldly. “But I don’t have an Adelina Belfiore, and that’s what I want. Give me your number, and I’ll show you how serious I am.” He pulled out his phone and raised an arched brow.

I chewed my lip. Can I give him my number? It’s for possible work. Rocco said I should find out more about something I can do.

We exchanged numbers and my phone vibrated with his.

I grinned. “Thanks.”

He tucked strands of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering near my lips. “You’re absolutely beautiful. I had to touch you to see if you’re real. If nothing more, you have a new admirer.”

My head reared back. So it was all a game. I pursed my lips.

Janus’s smile evaporated, and he moved further away from me on the couch as is attention shifted to something behind me.

I turned my head to…Rocco?

He stalked forward, his jaw locked.

“Remove your hand from my wife before I break it,” Rocco gritted between clenched teeth.

Janus held up his palms, laughing. “Your fiancée, Rocco. We were talking about a job opportunity—”

“Fuck off.” Rocco held out his hand for me to take. “Adelina.”

Our gazes locked. My heart ached in my chest, weighted down with pain. Rocco’s finally here.

I stood and Rocco grabbed my face. His eyes penetrating, and an intense longing for him ignited. Without a word, his lips crushed mine, our mouths fusing in lust. A low growl came from the back of his throat, as his hands slid under my hair and pulled, tilting my head back. My lips parted and his tongue swept in, stroking, enlivening. I moaned into his mouth. Oh, Rocco. I hated that I needed to know if I’d taste Marjorie on his lips. But as was always the case when he kissed me, my hands took on a life of their own. They moved around his broad shoulders as his slid down my spine. The intensity of his touch was electric. My body heated and vibrated with pleasure and euphoria. Oh, yes. His possessive claim had me speechless, and I struggled to refill my lungs with air. I wobbled on my feet when we finally parted.

All eyes were on us as Rocco placed his arm around my waist. “We’re leaving,” he announced. I didn’t protest because I wanted nothing more than to leave. Zane and Rick flanked us as we headed toward the door.

Rocco ignored everyone who attempted to approach us, only sparing a lethal glance at Isla who stood near…Marjorie? Her face appeared blotchy and her lips turned down in a scowl. She’s not smiling now. Did that mean what I thought it meant? We got outside but didn’t stop walking until we reached the car. The urgency, and his command of my body, was most definitely a turn-on.

“Get in, Adelina. I want that dress off when we return.”

Rocco’s brand of dominance turned me on, and I was keen to have sex with him, but I didn’t understand why he was upset. It couldn’t have all been because of Janus. After watching Marjorie with him during the panel interview, he didn’t have a right to freak out about a flirt.

Yet, Rocco hit the side of the interior with his fist. “Fucking press set me up.”

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