Page 21 of The Billionaire's Christmas Bride
I scowl.
"You have no idea what you’re letting yourself in for," he mutters, half to himself.
"And you do?"
"I’ve been around the block many more times than you."
"You sure?"
"Have you?" he shoots back.
"Maybe not as much as you," I concede, "but I’ve had my share of boyfriends."
"How many?"
"What’s it to you?" I snap.
"If we’re going to get through our time together, then there are some ground rules you need to follow."
"You?" I scowl.
He tilts his head.
"You meantweneed to follow, surely?" I elaborate.
He stares at me with those almost-colorless eyes and another shiver of electricity runs up my spine.Shit, he doesn’t even need to speak to me and I know what he means. Is it because I am that tuned into him?More likely, I know exactly the kind of obnoxious, merciless man he is. My toes curl.Why the hell does that turn me on?It shouldn’t be so appealing. I shouldn’t be this attracted to him… It’s precisely the fact that he wouldn’t care about my needs, that he’d simply take what he wants from me, that I find…refreshing. There would be no pretensions with this man. It would be all give… At least, there would be no surprises, huh? So, I won’t be disappointed. Is that how low my expectations have fallen?
"You shouldn’t overanalyze everything," he remarks.
"You shouldn’t take everyone around you for granted."
"Now you’re doing that NLP shit…" he points out.
I half laugh, "You going to explain exactly what this is about?"
"This?" He looks perplexed.
I point to the space between us, "This."
"Ah." He steeples his fingers together. "It’s simple. I am willing to let you stay here for the holiday season."
I frown.
"But?"
"Did I say a ‘but’?"
"There’s always a ‘but’ with people like you."
"People like me?"
"Overindulgent, spoilt, rich pricks who think they own the world.”
"That’s because I do."
I snort; I can’t help it. "Why am I not surprised that you said that?"
He raises his shoulders, "It’s a fact."
