Page 72 of Billionaire's Sins
I follow his lead, manage to make my way through a quarter of the pancakes, before I give up and lean back. I watch him demolish the food on his plate like he hasn’t eaten in years.
When he glances up, I push my half-filled plate toward him.
He scowls at it. "You haven’t eaten nearly enough."
"It’s enough," I insist.
"It’s enough when I say it is."
I blink at him, "Seriously, you didn’t just say that."
"What’s wrong with what I said?"
"Are you trying to be funny or something?"
"I’ve never been more serious." He leans forward, "You need your energy; you are wasting away."
I scoff. "I wouldn’t call this," I point at myself, "wasting away."
"You’re right."
"I am?"
He nods. "You have decent curves. I’ve seen better, of course, but you’ll do."
I gape at him. "You…you’re…something, you know that?"
"I often have that effect on women."
I jump to my feet. "Out. Get out."
He meets my gaze with a cool glance. "You’re overreacting."
"And you’re not welcome here anymore."
"I’m afraid that’s not your call to make."
"What?" I frown. "This is my apartment and you are seated at my table—"
"In front of a breakfast I cooked for you."
"A breakfast you can shove up your—"
He tilts his head, and there’s just enough warning in that single glance for me to press my lips together. Why the hell had I allowed him, a complete stranger, into my home? And yet, why does that jut of his jaw, the spark of anger in his eyes, feel so…right?
No, no, no. This can’t be happening. I just had one man walk out on me a few hours ago, and already, I am attracted to another? Talk about being a slut. Only I’m not one. Hell, I’d never wanted to sleep with anyone else before Edward. And now, suddenly, here’s another man, someone to whom I am attracted just as much? With as much intensity as Ed… It’s the same... Yet different, though. With Ed…the pull had been sharp, incisive, almost clinical in the precision with which my heart had gravitated toward him. Probably because once I'd realized that he was a priest, every single interaction with him had felt wrong...but with Baron…there’s a freedom. A need… An overwhelming pull to throw myself at him, throw myself at his mercy, and beg him to do anything he wants with me. Maybe the need Edward ignited opened up a hotbed of something… Some nameless emotion, some twisting sensation that I had hidden away for too long. And now it's out there, and I feel like I am exposed and aching and throbbing and crying out for attention.
My chest tightens. My scalp tingles. My skin suddenly feels too tight for my body. I take a breath and my lungs burn. My knees knock together and I sit down in the chair so suddenly that the legs creak.
"You okay?" His gaze intensifies as he peruses my features and I look away.
Heat flushes my skin and my toes curl. My own thoughts have aroused me in a way that I never would have expected. My thighs clench and my center throbs. The soreness in my backside and between my legs pulses and writhes. Shit, what’s wrong with me? I place my elbows on the table, bury my face in my hands.
I sense him move then. Hear his chair scrape as he pushes it back. The pad of his footsteps, the sound of a glass being filled with water. His footsteps approach, then I hear the thunk of the glass hitting the table in front of me.
"Drink," he commands.
I stiffen. What the hell is his problem?
