Page 26 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

“Hi.”

Damen’s lips twitched, the dreamy tone of her ‘hi’ now familiar. He returned solemnly, “Hi.” He caressed her cheek with his knuckles. “You were amazingly passionate.”

She wrinkled her nose. “That sounds like a nice way of saying I was so...” Mairi blushed. “...horny.”

“And that,” he deadpanned.

She gasped.

Damen smiled. “But your passion did blow me away. I liked it. A lot.”

She could only smile back at him, totally dazzled.

“But you know...”

She tensed a little at the way his voice dropped a notch. “You know...what?”

Damen moved forward, his lips touching her ears as he said, “That was just a taste. You know that, don’t you? I still have to fuck you, Mairi – and I’m going to do it the second I have you alone in my room.”

Chapter 8

To catch a Greek billionaire is in many ways no different from catching any man you fancy.

She said: What I mean is, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.

He said: Says the girl who told me she loved me after I fed her a 300-gram steak.

(Note to editor: Please edit 300 to 150. Please. I mean it.)

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“IT’S OKAY TO ADMITyou’re hungry.” For all intents and purposes, Damen shouldn’t give a damn about whether the woman he was dating was on a diet or not. Most of the time, theywereon a diet but wouldn’t admit to it since in their twisted little brains, admitting to dieting was equivalent to admitting they were overweight.

But this was Mairi, and her stomach had growled repeatedly even after she finished her soup and salad in record time.

She shook her head, red-faced. This would teach hernotto skip a meal before meeting with a man she very well knew was determined to take her to bed. She couldn’t make herself meet Damen’s gaze at the moment, instead letting her eyes roam around the elegant décor of the villa’s dining room.

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