Page 21 of The Billionaire's Secret
"Wait," she calls out.
I wipe the smile off of my face, turn.
She looks at me, then away.
I tap the toe of my boot against the floor.
"You're going to make me say it, aren't you?" she says bitterly.
I pull back my cuff, check the time on my watch. "My next appointment's waiting."
"Fine." She hunches her shoulders.
"Fine what?"
"Fine, I want you to touch me."
I cross the distance between us, fit my knuckles under her chin. She glances up at me, her green eyes shining with that inner turmoil I'm beginning to recognize.
"Not so hard now, is it?"
"This is not why I came," she whispers.
"Shh!" I press my thumb to her lips.
She gulps, opens her mouth again, and I shake my head. She subsides. All of the confusion and all of the emotions she's feeling are reflected in her eyes. So fucking vulnerable, this woman, yet so sassy.
"You're not as innocent as you seem," I say.
Her gaze widens.
"But that's okay." I frame her face with my hands. "I am going to enjoy unravelling your hidden agenda."
She sits up straighter. "Takes one to know one."
"Don't make the mistake of thinking you know me, Gigi."
"Don't flatter yourself," she mutters. "You're not so special. Just another spoiled billionaire a-hole, who thinks he can use his power and influence to get anything he wants."
"Gazillionaire." I grin, then slip my palm under the heavy curtain of her hair. "And you're sitting here, aren't you?"
Color flares on her cheeks. She tries to rise, but I wrap my fingers around her nape and hold her down.
Her shoulders jerk and the pulse at her neck flutters.
"Poor, Gigi. So confused. So out of your league."
"I'm more than a match for you, rich prick." She bares her teeth.
A shudder works its way down my spine. My balls throb. I haul her up by the scruff of her neck. She gasps and her breasts push up, the nipples beaded against the black cloth of her dress.
"Fucking hate that color," I grumble. I lower my head until I can make out the little creases between her eyebrows, the flecks of gold in those green irises beckoning me. Calling me. I rake my gaze down to her mouth. Her lips part. She flutters those thick eyelashes down. "Please," the whine bleeds from her lips.
"What do you need?"
"I... I don't know," she murmurs.
"You do."
