Page 25 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
"What about him?"
"Drop him."
Not that I have anyone currently. And if I did, would I do as he's commanded?
Yes.
Yes.
"No." I jerk my head.
He lets go of my wrist only to wrap his fingers around my nape. I flinch.
"You will do as I say."
My nerve endings crackle. That hushed tone of his voice… the angle of his head, the intensity with which he peruses my features, holds my gaze, ripping me to shreds, cutting straight to the core of me, that frightened little girl who’s inside of me. Bet he knows how much of a loser I am inside. One who has never managed to get her own way. I’m not going to give in now. If I do, the alphahole will win and I’ll never… never give him that satisfaction; not unless it is on my own terms.
"Oh yeah?" I tilt my head, "And if I don’t?"
"Hmm." His eyes gleam, "You sure you want to know?"
The hair on my forearms stands on end. This is a trap. Every single action of his since he walked into this room has been carefully calculated to put me on edge, to unbalance me, to ensure that I am so angry that I’ll lose my composure. Don’t say the obvious, don’t. I toss my head. "Bite me, motherfucker."
He peels back his lips. His white teeth flash. Wow. The sheer enjoyment on his face? It changes his features, transforms him into what he might have been as a boy. Full of life, excitement, ready for the next challenge… which in this case, is me. I pull back. "No, don’t —"
He lunges forward. The next moment I am splayed across the length of the table, my breasts crushed against the hard surface. "What the—?" I struggle and he leans his heavy arm on the small of my back. I jerk my hips, push up on my toes. A weight behind my knees pins me in place.
"Let me go, bastard."
"Nice of you to have spotted my true lineage, and on our first meeting."
I huff. Don’t say, it , don’t. "Technically, it’s our second meeting."
"Don’t correct me." He yanks up my skirt.
Cool air assails my skin. I freeze. No way, he isn’t going to… "Unhand me."
He pauses, "Did you say 'unhand'?"
Is there a glimmer of laughter in his voice. I angle my head and he increases the pressure on my back, holding me immobile.
"You wouldn’t dare…" My chin trembles.
"You should realize that I don’t take kindly to dares." He cups my butt and my thighs squeeze together. I clench my fists at my sides. When I get out of here, I am going to file a sexual harassment lawsuit. I am going to sue the living daylights out of him.
"Won’t work," he growls.
"What?"
"Whatever you are plotting."
I freeze.
"Everyone in this office will support me. It’s your word against mine, and yours doesn’t count for much."
My guts clench. The sheer audacity of this man! Does he really think he can get away with what he is doing? "The cameras."
"None in this room."
