Page 51 of The Billionaire's Secret
She swallows, "Uh, can I have my hand back?"
"Never." I lower her hand, weave my fingers through hers because… Why the hell not? Then stalk into the department store.
Once inside, I release my hold on her, instantly missing how her small hand felt in mine. Soft, fragile; to be treasured and protected. Ridiculous. I prowl forward, leaving her to dawdle behind.
She glances around the aisles, the displays, then pauses. "Saint?"
I continue on.
"This is ridiculous," she mumbles.
"What did you say?" I growl.
"I meant… uh! Sir?"
My dick instantly twitches.
"You may speak."
"Where is everyone?"
"Gone."
I increase my pace.
Her footsteps speed up.
"What do you mean, gone? It’s the weekend, not to mention the first week of December. The busiest time of the year for shoppers…"
"So?" I pause and she almost stumbles into my back. My fingers twitch to help her, so I tuck my arms in my sides. She scowls, then draws herself up to her full height.
"So where are the customers, the salespeople?"
"I told them I was coming."
"Ah!" Her gulp is audible. "So…so they cleared out the place?"
"Yep."
She stares, "What about the business they’ll lose?"
"What about the business they’ll gain from me and the rest of the Seven?"
"Right."
She marches ahead.
"Victoria."
She doesn’t turn back.
"Gigi."
Her shoulders stiffen, and I can’t stop my lips from quirking. So fucking prickly.
"Stop or you’ll regret it."
She tosses her head, "I am regretting ever coming to you."
