Page 66 of Billion Dollar Revenge

“Not for that. To relax. I’ll make you a drink.”

“Okay, one drink.”

He gives me a wolfish grin before withdrawing one of his hands to grab his phone, quickly typing before putting it away. “Let's go.”

Rising, he pulls me up with him, our bodies facing each other. We share a moment, simply staring at each other, until his phone rings. The electricity bounces between us but the notification snaps him into action.

He grabs my bag and begins to pack it. “Did you want to bring your laptop?”

I lift an eyebrow. “Do you want me to work?”

“No, definitely not.”

“Then no, it can stay here. I can work tomorrow.”

He loops my bag over his shoulder. “Ready.”

As we take the elevator down, his hand stays on the middle of my back, then moves along to hold my hip. It’s a soft, subtle touch that melts me inside. Arriving at the car, he opens my door. I can't deny the giddiness warming my chest at such a simple gesture. I'm loving every moment of his attention. When you've never had this before, it feels incredible. This attention could be addictive.

I slip into the back seat and realize I'm heading to his house. I wonder what it's like. I bet it's spacious, clean, masculine, organized.

“Good evening, sir,” the driver greets Evan.

He dips his head. “My place.”

Inside the car, the air is combustible. I sink into the leather, and my body suddenly grows heavy.

He leans over, his face close to mine, and my breath hitches.What's he doing?My gaze drops down to his lips before locking eyes with him again, heart racing. His lips curl into a smirk as if he can read my thoughts.

"Your seat belt,” he murmurs, his voice low and his eyes dark and hooded. His breath brushes against my skin, sending a jolt of heat through me.

I blink, trying to steady myself. "Right," I manage to say, snapping out of my daze.

"What were you thinking about?" he asks.

His head is still close to mine. If I lean forward, our lips would touch. I resist the temptation, as thrilling as it may be.

"Your house. I wondered what it looked like inside."

"And what are you picturing?" he asks, his presence both suffocating and hypnotic.

I think about his office and rattle off the words that come to mind. "Grand, masculine, simple."

He moves his head close to my ear, the heat of his breath warm against my skin. I swallow, feeling a shiver run down my spine.

"You’ll see soon enough…nothing about me is simple."

My lips part, and I’m getting ready to respond, but he moves away, reaching for the seat belt to buckle me in. As his fingers brush my body, the touch sends shock waves through me, and as he pulls his body away from mine, I shudder from the sudden cold, longing for his closeness again. He sits back and settles beside me.

I shift my gaze to the window, lost in the pretty city lights in the sky and the buildings, trying to distract myself from being in close quarters with Evan, unable to touch him. Fingers brush against my thigh, and I startle, turning to meet his pinning gaze.

My head drops to find his large hand resting on my thigh. I've never had this before?a step into foreign territory. My body is igniting into an inferno. He's not moving, but his fingers do, trailing higher up my leg. I suck in a new breath, close my lips quickly together, and concentrate on breathing. I'm not going to come in this car. He hasn't even touched me yet, but I'm already feeling jittery.

Luckily, the drive is quick, and when the car stops beside a Central Park tower, my eyes bulge.

Let's talk about being right. It’s exactly what I was thinking?simple and manly.

When his hand disconnects from my thigh, I whimper.

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