Page 50 of The Billionaire's Secret
I smirk.
She flushes.
"My, my, what a filthy mind you have, my little Gigi."
She draws herself up to her full height, "Don’t call me that."
I plant my hands on my hips, "I’ll call you what I want, when I want, and you’ll answer to it."
She bites her lower lip and my gaze drops to the pulsing flesh. A growl rips from me, "Any more questions?"
She tips up her chin, "I'm not leaving without proper footwear."
Before I can say anything, she marches over to the shoe rack by the door, and exchanges her ballet pumps for stilettos. Images of taking her from behind when she's dressed in nothing but those heels fill my mind. Fuck.
She turns to me.
"Well?" I tilt my head.
She glances to the side, then back at me.
I draw in a breath.Patience, patience."Out with it."
“My phone."
I follow her gaze to the device on the armrest of the only chair in the room. "What are you waiting for? Take it with you, will you?"
Half an hour later, I ease my car up to the curb in front of Selfridges.
"Wow, the place hasn’t changed at all." She peers up through the window.
"Why should it? It’s a hundred-year-old department store; tradition is what it’s all about."
"Is that what you like?" She turns to me, "Tradition?"
"Money." I turn off the engine. "And everything it can buy. That’s what I like."
"Can’t fault your taste in vehicles." She runs her fingers over the dash and my cock instantly twitches.
Fuck, this reaction to her every move is crazy.I reach for the car door, "You like my chariot?"
"Chariot?" She shakes her head. "Whatever. Please don’t answer that. And what’s not to like?" She opens the car door on her side, "It’s a macho car."
"I’m a macho man."
She blows out a breath. "I should have seen that coming." She steps out. I follow suit, zap the doors locked, then walk around to her.
"You prefer to drive yourself?" she asks.
"Always." I glance down at her. "I never trust another man with my possessions."
She brings her fingers up to her mouth, chews on a fingernail. The way her mouth sucks on her digit...Fuck me.The blood drains to my groin.How the hell do I get her to stop that, huh?
I swoop out my hand and grab her wrist. "Bad habit," I growl.
"So are you." She tosses her head.
I chuckle. "We agree on something there." I bring her hand to my lips, suck on the very same fingertip that she had placed inside her mouth.
