Page 24 of Big Bad Bully
Of course, that wasn’t Billy. I just have billionaire bullies on my mind now. One second you don’t know any billionaires, the next minute it feels like they’re everywhere because they’re in your consciousness. You’re thinking about them.
There have probably been expensive cars parked in my neighborhood before, but I just didn’t notice.
I walk the few blocks it takes to get to my place and enter the building, trying not to think about Billy White the Third.
The next time I touch you, I’ll ask first. His words rattle around in my head, causing my nipples to stiffen in my bra.
Um, excuse me?
Who says there will be a next time?
As I walk up the stairs, I recall the way his hands felt on my waist when he picked me up. Searing hot. Large. Deadly strong.
I usually think of Wall Street guys as thin, pasty-white, and too manicured to be manly, but under that five thousand dollar suit, Billy White might be a beast.
No. I shouldn’t think that.
Why would I be turned on by that thought? It’s all wrong.
Except I’m suddenly imagining that cut-throat businessman getting rough. Tearing my clothes off. Tossing me in the center of his bed. Ravishing me.
I’m flushed with heat by the time I reach my door and not just from the exertion of climbing the stairs. I open the door and grab ice from the freezer. I walk over the window, rubbing it along my forehead and neck to cool down.
There, across the street, is the same flashy blue Porsche. The driver’s side window is down, and his face is angled in the direction of my window.
Fear flashes through me a split second before I identify the driver.
It’s not a fixer from Sentience.
Not unless they hired Wall Street tycoon William White III to do their dirty work.
What in the actual fuck?
The adrenaline from thinking I was being tailed morphs into anger, and I whirl and storm back downstairs. I’m flying out the door as his car pulls out. “Hey!” I yell. “Stop.”
The car on my side of the road stops and honks at me as I rush in front of it. Billy also throws on the brakes, causing the driver behind him to lay on the horn.
“What in the hell are you doing here?” I shout, reaching his window as he swiftly backs into the parking spot he’d snagged along the road.
His window is down, and he narrows his eyes at me, his mouth screwed into a tight scowl. “You said you’d take a cab,” he snarls back.
As if that makes any sense.
“So?”
His nostrils flare, and his eyes glint light grey under the streetlight. He gives a quick look around, like he’s in the secret service checking for snipers. “What are you scared of?”
I look around as well. Do I look scared? I’m pretty sure I shook that off the moment I realized my tail was this billionaire bro. “I’m not scared.” The slight catch in my voice makes it sound like a lie.
“Were you scared of me?” Billy sounds pissed.
“I saw a car following me. So yeah. That was scarier than anything that happens on a subway ride.”
Billy shakes his head and hits the window button, causing it to roll up.
I catch the top of the glass with both hands, trying to stop it. “Hang on a second.”
He reverses the window. “Are you trying to break my window?”
