Page 45 of The Billionaire's Secret
"He saw me dancing, came barreling down from where he was. He marched up to me, and I swear, I thought he was going to go all caveman and drag me out of there."
"But he didn’t?"
I shake my head, pull my feet up under me. "He seemed to change his mind, and decided to humiliate me right there…."
"Then?"
I swipe my hair back from my face. "Then he stepped back, almost as if he was recalibrating his strategy. He accepted my offer."
She blinks, then whoops, "So that's good right?"
"Maybe." I shift around in the chair, "I may have overdone things. He seemed to get all jealous. So much so that he beat up a man who charged up to me."
She sits up straight, "He did?"
I nod. "It was…"
"Dramatic?" She asks.
"A surprise." I shiver. "Guess I simply knew what to say to intrigue him."
She tilts her head, "He has a hidden side, huh?"
"I researched him before approaching him."
"You did?"
I nod, "There are enough pictures of him leaving well-known BDSM clubs."
"Are you worried that you're out of your depth?" She purses her lips. "You think you'll be able to handle the lifestyle?"
I shuffle my feet… "Um," I glance at her, then away.Shit, I revealed too much.
How many times does a person lie, before the lie becomes the truth?
Too many.
And now I am asking riddles and answering them, as if I learned the technique at the feet of the alphahole himself.Shit. Get a grip.
"I’ve, uh, always been drawn to it." I tip up my chin, "I’ve never practiced it before… I hadn’t seriously thought of dipping my toes into it, until Saint." That much is true, at least.
"So, you chose him because you were curious? I mean, he’s not the only one of the Seven who has a hankering for that stuff, you know?"
I twist a strand of hair around my fingers, "I chose him because..."
"Because?" She asks.
It’s so tempting to spill my plan…the part that really matters. If I could get it off my chest to even one person, it would help me feel lighter… I open my mouth, then shake my head. I can’t. This part of my plan? It’s the part that counts. It’s also the one thing I dare not speak openly about. Call me superstitious, but I don’t want to spoil my chances by revealing too much…too soon… "Doesn’t matter," I cut the air with my hand.
Her lips draw down, "Aww, and it was getting interesting, too."
"I’ll let you know when there’s something to talk about."
"Promise?"
"On the existence of a fifth Beatle." I hold up my hand.
She scowls. "There wasn’t one."
