Page 54 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
"Guess."
She turns around, then stares at the key I show her. I slip it into the pocket of my slacks.
She swallows audibly. "Oh, hell."
"Indeed." I quirk my finger at her, "Come 'ere."
She shakes her head.
I draw in a breath. "You’re making this more difficult on yourself.
"And you’re t…talking in riddles."
"Nervous?"
"Of course, not." She hiccups. "Oops." She slaps a palm to her mouth.
"Did you just hiccup?" I frown.
"Not me." She hiccups again.
I chuckle. "Such a little liar."
"I’m not." She glowers at me.
A tiny line appears between her eyebrows. Fucking adorable. Wait. Hold on. Back up. I did not just think of her as adorable. WTF?
"Prove it."
"What…what do you mean?"
"Come closer."
"No, thank you." She folds her hands together in front of herself. "I’m, uh, good right where I am."
"Don’t say I didn’t warn you." I move toward her.
She squeaks, then darts toward the window on the side.
"What the hell—?"
She grapples with the sash lock of the window pane.
I reach her, clamp my hand around the nape of her neck.
She shudders, tries to wriggle away.
I increase the pressure about her nape, and she lowers her forehead to the glass. "Please," she whispers.
"Please what?"
"Please let me go."
I slap her butt.
She studders, "Wh…what was that for?"
"Lying again?"
