Page 36 of Billionaire's Promise
"Didn’t he?"
He glares at me. "You’re not thinking straight."
"No, you’re not thinking straight." I rise to my feet. "Why would he ask you to watch over me in his absence if it weren’t for the fact that he knew you’d be attracted to me?"
"Precisely," he mutters. "He knew I’d be attracted to you, but that I’d never go back on my promise to him."
"What promise?" I frown. "What did he make you promise?"
Baron looks at me then glances away.
Ed wouldn't, would he?"Tell me, Baron," I insist, "what did Edward ask you to promise?"
Baron rubs the back of his neck and a dull headache pounds at my temples, "He asked you not to fuck me, am I right?" I say in a low voice. "He asked you to look after me but not fuck me."
Baron blows out a breath, then straightens his shoulders. "Yeah," he mutters, "he explicitly asked me not to approach you. I was supposed to watch over you, but not reveal my presence."
"But you did."
"And here I am." Baron's lips twist.
"And that's not the first promise you have broken."
His brows draw down. "What was that?"
"I said," I squeeze my fingers together, "that it’s not like you’ve kept all of your promises to him."
"What are you talking about?"
"Uh... You and Edward," I mumble. "Surely, you must have broken your promise to him and the rest of the Seven when you left for the army, so it’s not like he’d have expected you to keep this promise. In fact, I’d wager that he fully expected you to break it. Which is why he trusted you to watch over me."
"That’s the word though, isn’t it? Trust." He sets his jaw. "I am not about to break my word."
"No, but you’ll do everything in your power to ensure that I break mine." Not that I had promised anything to Edward, but surely, it is in a rule book somewhere the you can’t sleep with a man and then with his best friend/enemy… Or whatever they are to each other…right?
"You’re not making any sense." He frowns.
"You’re the one not making sense." I throw up my hands. "First, you make me come…"
"I didn’t touch you."
"A technicality." I huff. "You made me orgasm through my clothes. It’s the same thing."
He drags his gaze down to my core, and his nostrils flare. "Trust me, it’s not."
My knees tremble. "Then you throw that filthy dialogue at me, arouse me to fever pitch, then you expect me to walk inside and go to sleep."
"Sounds about right," he grumbles.
"Do you know how…how…frustrated I am right now?"
"That makes two of us," he groans.
"So why can’t you just…just…put us both out of this misery?"
"Because," his voice takes on a long-suffering tone, "it’s not right."
"Since when do you care about what’s right and wrong, huh?"
