Page 112 of Obeying Mr Kingsley
“Mason is not just some guy though, is he?”I flip onto my side, taking the pillow with me.
“True, but how many billionaires have you shagged?”
“One.”One really amazing one who I’m going to miss like crazy when I leave America.Who I can’t stop thinking about.
Who I dream about every night.
When I wake, my body is alive, wanting his touch.His mouth.It’s not just the desire to sleep with him, I want to cuddle up with him, eat breakfast on his lap, listen to him talk about business and watch him be all protective and hot.
Itishot.
Also annoying, but it’s still hot.
I’ll never understand all this gift giving, but the fact is, he’s stayed away, and our past history doesn’t allow for a relationship to flourish.
If that’s what he wanted, Mason would’ve asked me out.Taken me to dinner and a movie or whatever it is billionaires do.
“He’ll never trust me completely, Em.Not while this Harrow & Armstrong situation hangs over my head, and there’s no way to change it.I know it’s worked out for you and Sebastian, but our situation is different.”
My chest tightens as the words leave my lips, creating a deep sadness that I’ll always be that English girl he fucked and never quite knew what I’d been accused of.Then forgets as he finds the perfect wife and gets married.Sips on a cool beverage during the summer while his wife and children swim in the pool at their Hamptons home.
One day he will be driving along and get a flash of that girl–with a name he can’t quite place.
Mine.
“Talk to him.Tell him what you told me.”
“I can’t.Mr.Harrow is his client.It’s too risky.I don’t want him to get involved and potentially make things worse or risk his contract.”I sigh.“Anyway, he’s a little neurotic for me.”
He’s not.
He’s just the right amount of everything.
I think I’m in love with him.
But that thought is going to the grave with me.
