Page 32 of The Billionaire’s Fake Fiancée
The thought is enough to make me lose my balance again. He grips me tighter, steadying me.
When I think things can't get any worse, I hear my name being called. Turn to see Jace striding toward us.
An infuriated Jace.
Those silver-green eyes blazing fire.
Fuck.
Asher's grip on me tightens, and he glances from me to Jace and then back at me. He's not surprised. He'd been counting on Jace finding us like this.
A mix of emotions I can't quite interpret twists the guy's features and then his eyes widen. He swims toward the far end of the pool away from Jace, then turns, waiting for me to follow.
A prickle of unease runs down my spine. Something's going on here and I can't quite put my finger on it.
A part of me wants to get out of the pool, go up to Jace and apologize.
But that other crazy part of me, the one that never stops to think, the one that always dares me to try new things is in heaven.
I swim away from where Jace is standing and toward where the model is holding up a towel for me. I'm going to pay for this.
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Jace's friend helps me out of the pool, and then slips his shirt over my shoulders.
"You want a drink to warm up?" He asks.
I look up from buttoning my shirt. "Now?"
My eyes are drawn to where Jace is watching us from the other side of the pool. He turns to circumnavigate the pool. He's headed toward us. But I don't trust myself with him. Not the way I am feeling right now.
Rebellious, slightly drunk. And with the adrenaline of the dip in the pool still thrumming through my veins.
If Jace touches me now, I'll want to make love with him.
Wild, passionate, love.
Suddenly a drink with anyone else sounds like a good idea.
If I do this, if I go with Asher now, I know it will push Jace over the edge. I want to find out how far I can push him, before his control snaps.
I turn toward the model waiting for me.
"Wait." I hesitate, "What's your name?"
"Asher."
"Sienna."
"I know." He tilts his head.
Of course he knows who I am. Knows too that I'm using him to bait Jace. Perhaps Asher, too, wants this confrontation.
I dart one last look over my shoulder, to see Jace pick up my now soaking-wet dress.
