Page 63 of Billionaire Romantic
So I step back out again. “I’ll take the stairs, then, if you insist.”
“We’re on the eighteenth floor.”
“Then I guess I’ve got a long walk.”
Noah sighs heavily, like I’m testing his patience.Jerk! He’stestingmypatience! “Fine,” he growls. “You take the elevator then.”
He’s holding the door, to keep it open.
Glaring at him, I step back into the elevator.
He removes his hand and the doors start to close. Just before they close all the way, he slides through.
“You—!”Oh my god!Now I’m trapped in here with him.
“Lucky, we need to talk about this.”
I almost punch the door-open button again but I don’t want to play his games. So I punch the button for the lobbyimpatiently until the elevator starts to move. At least I think it’s moving. Like everything in this building, it’s so swish and modern I can’t actually tell. “I already toldyou, I have nothing to say to you.”
“Irish—”
“Don’t call me that,” I snap.
With infinite patience that pisses me off: “Lucky. I couldn’t have known the company we were trying to buy was yours.”
“That doesn’t change who you are. A bully, that’s what you are. An evil bully who doesn’t care about anyone but yourself.”
He exhales a laugh.The asshole!
“You think this isfunny?” I seethe.
“Not at all, baby girl.”
“Donotcall me that.” I swear if I could shoot daggers out of my eyeballs right now, I would. Mercifully, the ride is vertigo-inducingly swift. The elevator doors slide open and I stride out, making a bee line for the front door.
Noah easily keeps up with me, returning a few greetings of gorgeous, glamorous-looking people who obviously adore and respect him as we walk through the busy, ultra-luxurious lobby.
Of course it’s luxurious. Because he’s siphoning money out of every struggling company in New York and straight into his own bank account.
I march out onto the street to wave down a taxi, wildly annoyed that he’s still standing right next to me. “Lucky. This is my car. My driver. Let me take you home or to your office or wherever you’re going and we can talk this through.”
“We can talk it through right here. You and your shark brothers made an offer for my company that was too low. I rejected it. There. We’ve talked it through.” A cab pulls up and I open the door, sliding in.
Noah slides in next to me, actually lifting me up to carefully place me further along so he can get in.Why does he have to be so fucking big and built?
“What part of leave me alone don’t you understand?” I ask icily.
“Where to?” the driver asks, oblivious to the tension going on in the back seat.
I think about getting out of the cab and trying for another one but I know he’ll just follow me.
My eyes are blazing.
We sit there for a few seconds.
I’m stalling, because I don’t want to say the address. Then he’ll know where I live.
Noah gives the taxi driver my home address.
