Page 389 of Billionaire Temptations

He stepped out of the limo and stood a few feet in front of me with his hands tucked in his pockets. The way the light of the moon shined down on him made him even sexier than he already was. My body quivered just by looking at him, and my knees buckled at his smile. He slowly walked over and stood in front of me. Removing his hand from his pocket, he lightly ran his finger along my jawline, sending me into a trance.

“Tonight wasn’t the first time we met, and you know it. You remember me and exactly what happened that night in London.”

“I’m sorry, but I?—”

“You do. There’s no use in denying it, Chloe. Now, get in my limo, and I will take you home. It’s the least I can do to thank you for such a beautiful night together.”

“Shit. Shit. Shit,” my mouth spewed out.

“Excuse me?” His brow arched.

Shaking my head, I broke from the trance he had me in.

“What happened between us back in London stays in London. We were never supposed to see each other again. This is very awkward, Sebastian.” I began hurrying down the street to escape him and this embarrassing moment.

“Chloe, wait.” He chased after me. “Why is this awkward? I don’t think it’s awkward at all. And for God’s sake, will you slow down?”

“Of course, you don’t think it’s awkward. You’re a guy and used to doing that sort of thing, but I’m not. I don’t sleep with strange men. I never had until you,” I nervously spoke as I hurried along and around the corner. He kept up with me, and I wished he wouldn’t have.

“I know you never had. I could tell. But don’t think that I think any less of you. Damn it, Chloe! Stop!”

I stopped and looked at him. “What do you want, Sebastian?”

“I want to take you home.”

I looked over at the brownstone. “I am home.” I pointed.

“Oh. Are you lying?”

“Lying about what?”

“Living here? Are you just saying that so I’ll leave?”

“No. I live here. In apartment 8B.”

Shit. Why did I just tell him that? Not that he couldn’t find out anyway. All he had to do was look at the names on the doorbell.

He brought his hand up to my cheek. “You’re so beautiful, Chloe Kane, and I would like a repeat of what happened in London. You’re trembling, and I know you want it too.”

I tried to find the words, but I couldn’t speak. His touch paralyzed me.

“I—I—I don’t think that will be possible.”

“Why?” He smiled.

“Because you’re seeing someone. The woman you were with at the gallery wouldn’t appreciate you talking to me this way.”

“I see a lot of women. She isn’t anyone I see on a regular basis. I like to keep my options open for instances like this one.”

I swallowed hard. “Well, I’m seeing someone.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t care if you believe me. I am.”

He glared at me for a moment, almost as if he knew I was lying.

“Well then, he’s a very lucky man. Have a good night, Miss Kane.”

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