Page 14 of The Billionaire’s Fake Fiancée
"Do you?" I snap back.
His eyes light up with a strange gleam, and he looks over me again. This time deliberately lingering on my lips, the swell of my breasts, and then pointedly at the apex of my thighs.
His gaze sweeps down my jean clad legs before coming back up to rest on my face.
A dense pulse of heat from him reaches out to me.
He's aroused. And by the time he's done checking me out, I am too. That slow burn in my belly throbs.
He hadn't been gentle when he looked this time.
He won't be a gentle lover. The thought comes unbidden to my mind. I bite my lips, stay silent.
He pauses, wringing out the silence, stretching my nerves before replying, "Very much."
His voice is serious, no trace of humor in it.
He wants me.
Wants to take me right now, right here.
The blood rushes to my cheeks. The space between us seems to shrink, and I have this sudden urge to reach out and touch him.
"Stop it."
"What?" His voice is innocent.
"This." I point to the space between us. "Stop turning on that charm, trying to seduce me with your eyes."
He laughs, sounding startled. "Does it make you uncomfortable?"
There's a hint of curiosity and something almost animalistic in his voice. As if he's found a weakness and will not hesitate to use it against me.
I shrink back a little from him and try to pull my thoughts together. He reads me too easily. I must learn to hide my emotions better.
"What do you think?" I ask, my voice neutral.
"I think you have a vivid imagination." The edge of his lips lift in a half-smile. He takes my hand, holding it for a second longer than necessary.
The warmth from his fingers seeps into my skin, flowing through my blood. My cheeks go warm. Pulse racing, I tug away from his hand and he lets go.
Looking at the screen of his tablet, he touches it, then hands it to me. "There, the money's in your account," he says.
Sure enough, the transfer has gone through. Half a million dollars. The most money I have seen in my life.
My gut churns. I hand the tablet over to him, swallowing down the bile that threatens to rise.
Bella is going to be fine. And I should have enough to see off the worst of the creditors. Jace has bought me a month at least.
I'm about to mutter a thank you when he says, "I have one condition."
His voice is deceptively quiet. Too quiet.
"What?" I growl.
"Regardless of what you see and hear over the next few days, you'll fulfill your end of the bargain. You'll stay with me, see this one through to the end."
I bite my lips.
