Page 24 of Bully Billionaire Dragon

“That I can do.”

Taylor moves side to side, but with less enthusiasm than before. It’s like she is a robot mimicking her earlier motions.

Usually, I don’t care much about how a woman dances, as they are usually enthralled by me, but seeing Taylor not into this hurts my heart.

What have I done to make Taylor hate me so much?

Instead of dancing in silence, I attempt another conversation.

“How is your time in New York going?”

“I’ve had better times…”

Clearly, she isn’t up to it.

She bothers me in a way I cannot understand.

I am not sure why, but she does.

I want to get under her skin and find out what she is thinking.

The song changes to a slower beat and I can sense Taylor getting ready to flee.

To stop her, I open my big mouth and ask, “Isn’t this case in bad taste? You know me and clearly hate me. Why would you take it?”

The moment I finish speaking, Taylor’s frown deepens.

I’m not sure what is going through her mind, but I know it can’t be good.

“I am a professional and I can separate cases from my personal life.”

“Clearly, you can’t. You are literally dancing with the enemy right now,” I point out before I can bite my tongue.

Taylor turns on her heel and walks towards the exit of the Sitting Duck.

As I watch her leave, my eyes are glued to her ass.

Don’t let her get away. We need her, my dragon insists.

I don’t want to admit it, but he's right.

There is something about Taylor that just feels right to me. Which makes no sense.

We argue and don’t get along, but there is something about our arguments that excites me.

Maybe I won’t mind if she is the one. After all, she would keep me on my toes.

I am reminded of my dream and freeze. If I chase after her, there will be no stopping my heart from wanting her. But if I stay back and let her leave, I probably won’t see her again until the trial. Both routes hold appeal and disadvantages. My heart aches at the thought of not seeing her for weeks, but my brain tells me it might just be for the best.

Taylor clearly wants nothing to do with me, but I want something to do with her.

It may not be love, but it is sure something.

Chapter 7 - Taylor

Waving my hands in the air like a maniac, I try to hail a cab as my phone is dead.

I thought it would be easy to do in New York City but to no avail. It seems like no taxi is willing to stop for me.

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