Page 34 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
"Well, that," she glances at the door then back at me, "that would be a pity, but it’s your choice, of course. You need to think of yourself first."
"I do?"
She nods. "I mean, he is an overpowering man. All the Seven are. It takes a special kind of woman to catch their attention."
"Right."
"It takes an even stronger personality to hold their interest."
"You mean, I’m not special or strong?"
"Not what I said." Her face grows serious. "You need to think carefully about if you want to be involved with him. The Seven, you see, are the kind of men who, once they set their eyes on their women, will not back down. They will not stop until they get what they want. And you have to be either able to go toe-to-toe with them and hold your own against them or—"
"Or?"
"You may as well cut your losses and leave now."
"Are you asking me to leave?"
"He asked you to stay, didn’t he?"
"He did." I frown at her, take in her shrewd gaze, the straight cut of her dress, her expensive shoes. "Who are you to him, anyway?"
"Let’s just say, I am the one who helps the Seven to keep their offices running smoothly."
"You are more than their assistant, aren’t you?"
"Whatever gave you that idea?" She chuckles, reaches into her handbag, then thrusts a card into my hand. "If you need anything, just call."
"Why would I need anything?" I frown.
"A friendly voice, a need to speak… We could all do with a friend on the other side of the phone, right?"
"Right." I pocket the card. Why do I get the feeling that there’s something very obvious here that I am missing?
"I’d better get along then." She heads up the steps, then pauses, to glance at me over her shoulder, "Oh, and Julia?"
"Call me Jules."
"Jules," she nods at me, "it’s the ones who are the most hurt who need the most love."
"You mean Damian?"
"I mean," her grin broadens, "don’t forget what I told you earlier… Don’t let him push you around."
Julia
"You haven’t left?"
His hard voice chafes across my skin and all of my nerve endings seem to pop at once. I turn so quickly that a cloud of butterflies rises up from where they’d settled on my skin.
"Oh, you scared me." I press a hand to my chest.
"Were you expecting someone else?" He smirks.
"I was kind of hoping you had forgotten about me," I retort.
"No chance of that happening." He laughs, then swoops out a hand so quickly, I flinch. He scoops up something from my cheek, shows it to me. An eyelash.
