Page 29 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
He folds his arms, leans a hip against the door jamb. "Very wise." He rakes his gaze across my features, "She's no longer in the picture."
"Hmm." I shuffle my feet, then hitch the bag over my shoulder. For all the media's best efforts to infringe on his privacy, Damian has, apparently, managed to keep his personal life a secret. What else do I not know about him?
The band around my chest tightens.
Shit, why the hell am I jealous now? If I could find another assignment, I would turn him down and walk away, but there’s nothing else on the horizon… Except this gig as a possible nanny for the daughter of this irresistible jerk-ass of a rock star… Or not? What the hell is he suggesting with this set-up anyway, huh?
"Well?" He frowns.
"Was she... Is she your girlfriend?"
He hesitates, then replies, "Yes." He rakes his fingers through his hair. "Yes, she was."
Holy shit, so he hadn't married her. And he is no longer with her. A warm sensation blooms in my chest.
"Any more questions?" He glares at me and I shiver. That edge of meanness in his gaze; it's such a turn on. I rub my thighs together.
His nostrils flare, and one side of his lips curls. "So, we have a deal, then?"
"What?" I blink, "No... Not yet... I mean, you’re not making any sense. That much money to spend such a short period of time with me? It's—" I shake my head, "it's bonkers."
"Tell me about it," he takes a step toward me and I stumble back. He grabs hold of my shoulder, and pin pricks of heat sizzle out from his touch. My core clenches.
He rights me, then lowers his hand, and of course, I miss it already.
His jaw tics, he firms his lips, then shoves his hands into his pockets. We stare at each other for a second and goosebumps break out on my skin. The air between us is so charged that if he were to touch me again, I am sure I'd come on the spot.Ugh, stop that."I am really not sure what you’re offering me," I finally say.
"It’s simple." He leans back on the heels of his feet as if he wants to put distance between us.
Good, I don’t want anything to do with this man, either… Except, damn it! This chemistry between us is intense. The kind I’ve been dreaming about, but which I was sure only existed in romance novels. I mean, there is a 'one' for everybody, right? So what, if the men I meet, including the ones I am attracted to, like the a-hole in front of me, turn out to be douches of the first order, eh?
Daddy Grumpypants looks me up and down, and I resist the urge to wipe my sweaty palms on the front of my pants.
"Trust me. Where you are concerned, nothing is simple," I scoff.
"That’s stating the obvious." He smirks. "So, are you in or out?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You rhyming your words with mine?" He drawls.
"Of course not, you…you swine."
He quirks an eyebrow.
"I… I couldn’t help it." I throw up my hands, "You are doing my head in."
"You and me both, Flower." His jaw firms. "And this meeting is over." He turns to go.
"Wait," I cry out. "You can’t leave me like this."
"Like what?" He smirks over his shoulder.
"You…you know." I flush.
"No." He shakes his head. "I made you an offer; you turned it down. That’s the end of our non-relationship. Have a good life." He heads toward the house and every cell in my body snaps to attention.
No, no, no, no.He can’t just… Stalk off and leave me hanging. And why the hell had I obeyed his order, huh? I’d spent the night tossing and turning, sure that I had been running a fever. Only...a part of me had known better. I'd wanted to bring myself to climax, but every time I came to the edge, his earlier command had held me back from it. My body seems to have a mind of its own. One which insists on following his direction. It is forcing me to comply... Aargh!Stop, stop. Tell him what you want.
