Page 50 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
"He’s scary," Isla shivers, "in a mean, dominant, cold, sexy, tear-your-panties-off and not take no for an answer—" her chest heaves, "obsessive, compulsive, calculating, single-minded," her tone grows raspy, "fuck you until you can’t walk straight for days, kind of way."
"You mean he’s a high-functioning sociopath?"
"Hmm." She looks him up and down. "More like a sexy, stalkerish, manipulative, psychopath who just happens to be a billionaire."
"How can you find that hot?"
"I don't." She turns to me. "I mean, not really."
I stare at her.
She blushes. "I mean, come on. Damian’s just as controlling, as self-assured, as provocative, as fine a specimen as they come—"
"He’s better than that," I mumble.
"As much of a harsh, yummy, vigorous, macho, eight-pack-abbed—"
I snap my head in her direction, "How do you know that he has an eight-pack?"
"He is tabloid fodder." She raises her shoulders.
"Keep your eyes off his abs, his corded forearms, not to mention that beautiful, sculpted, whiskered jaw that leaves rug burn in its wake—"
"Whoa, you did it then?" Isla turns on me so quickly that I retreat from her.
"Woman, you’ll get whiplash, if you keep that up," I hiss.
"Admit it," she crows. "You shagged that fine piece of arse. Please say, you did."
My fingers tingle and my sex clenches. "No." I feign disinterest.
"No way." Her gaze widens. "Tell me you didn’t pass up the opportunity to test drive that fine piece of machinery."
"Down girl," I mutter. "Let’s just enjoy the wedding without getting all hot and bothered."
"As if that’s going to be possible when you’re surrounded by all of this testosterone. Not to mention, all that dopamine that the couples in love are transmitting all around us.”
Next to us, Jace whispers in Sienna’s ear and she blushes. Next to them their baby sleeps in his pram.
Saint wraps his arm around Victoria, tilts her chin up to his and kisses her.
Isla sighs.Yeah, you and me both, girlfriend. Don’t I know the feeling?If only there were someone special out there for me… The hair on the back of my neck rises. I glance up and across the room to where Mr. Smoldering Gaze Rockstar leans his hip against a wall. Clearly, he’d rather be anywhere else but here. Clearly, a marriage—not even one of his best friend’s, carries much significance to him.
"The way he eats you up with his gaze," Isla shakes her head. "You sure nothing happened between the two of you, yet?"
"Not…sure," I reply under my breath.
"What does that mean?" I hear the confusion in her voice but don’t glance up. I know how that sounds… But hell, how else do I classify what almost happened between us?
"You mean, you guys haven’t done it yet?" she probes.
"We haven’tnotdone it," I offer.
She huffs. "You are talking in riddles. Like the rest of the women did once they hooked up with one of the Seven."
"I haven’t hooked up with him," I insist.
"Of course, the chemistry between the two of you is just a mistake, then?"
