Page 40 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
"Obnoxious." She chokes.
"You mean, virile? Admit it, that you are attracted me."
"No." She sets her jaw, "No way am I feeding your already inflated sense of self-worth."
"If the shoe fits." I allow my lips to curl.
"You're such a cliché." She huffs.
I tilt my head, "Every stereotype has its roots in a spark of truth."
"Didn’t take you for the philosophizing kind."
"Didn’t take you for a sore loser."
"You’re right." She juts out her chin. A tear winds down her cheek, trembles at the edge of her jaw. I lean forward, lick it up.
She flinches.
"Why did you do that?"
"Because…" I wanted to taste you? Find out if your essence is as prickly as your demeanor? Because I have this insane desire to break you down and find out what makes you tick, little Bird. "Because I can."
Her jaw hardens and she takes a step back. "You’re the most arrogant, most dominating, most selfish man I’ve ever met."
"You noticed, huh?"
She makes a sound deep in her throat, "It will be my pleasure to take you down a notch before we are done."
"Is that any way to talk to the man who's gonna be paying your bills?" I rock back on my heels, "Don't forget I hold yours and your sister's future in my hands."
She pales, "Not fair." Her breath hitches. "If you keep throwing that at me at every turn, then the deal is off."
