Page 35 of The Billionaire's Secret
"Yep."
"Wait, what did I miss?" Summer glances between us.
"I believe step-mama here asked Saint to become her dominant."
Summer laughs. "No, you didn’t."
"Yes." I tuck my hair behind my ears. "Though trust me, there’s no," I make air quotes, "’asking’ the man for anything. He wants, he takes," I mutter. "End of story."
"You’re right about that. Bet that made for an interesting conversation, huh?" Isla nods.
"You have no idea." I reach for my drink.
"He turned you down?" Amelia wiggles her legs, her gaze arrested.
My shoulders sag.
"How dare he?" Summer grabs a cushion and punches it.
"Yeah." Isla sits up. "We need to teach him a lesson. You’re beautiful...gorgeous. You're exactly the kind of challenge he needs."
"Bet he knows it too." Summer looks me up and down. "Maybe that’s why he did an about-turn? He knew if he took you on, he risked getting involved."
I shake my head. "You should have seen him, when I walked in on him. He was…"
"Angry?"
"Turned on?"
"Ready to throw you down and shag you?"
I circle the rim of my glass with my forefinger, "Distracted."
"What?" Amelie frowns.
"He was busy," I reply.
"All an act." She huffs.
Summer raises an eyebrow, then nods. “I think I’m familiar with that act. He didn’t want you to see how much you affect him." Her lips curve, "Trust me. I saw the way he was eating you up with his eyes at my wedding."
"Perhaps he was interested, but he sure as hell disguised it well," I mutter.
"Only one way to find out." Amelie taps her finger to her cheek.
I glance at her warily. "Why do I have the feeling you are the last one I should be taking advice from?"
"Aww… Come on, V," she pouts, "you don’t mean that."
I draw in a breath, "I guess not. After all, I get by with a little help from my friends."
"Did you quote The Beatles?" Summer chuckles.
I redden, "Old habit."
"It’s delightful. You’re delightful. In fact," she scowls, "you are not what I expected."
"Oh?" I meet her gaze, "What did you think I was?"
