Page 28 of How to Undo the Proud Billionaire

“Oh, and they’ve added an extra person to the party,” Mari added.

Radd’s frown pulled Brin’s attention back to the conversation. “What?”

Mari rolled her expressive eyes. “One of the bridesmaids changed her plans and Mrs. Radebe is demanding we accommodate her.”

Radd pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered a harsh curse. “These people are going to drive me insane.”

Brin caught the flash of uncertainty that flashed across Mari’s face. “An additional guest is going to require an additional room. With Brinley in a villa, we’re short of beds.”

Right, the universe was trying to send Brin a message. She needed to go back to Cape Town, needed to leave Kagiso and remove herself from Radd’s orbit. It would’ve been lovely to spend the balance of the week enjoying the six-star resort, but if Mari needed the space for paying guests, she’d have to vacate. Radd would have to find a way to return her to the city now.

And again, she felt both glad and sad.

Radd stared at her, his eyes boring into hers. In those inky eyes, she saw a variety of emotions, most of which she couldn’t identify. He seemed to be weighing his options, turning over possibilities, looking for pros and cons.

“There’s Digby’s villa.”

Radd shook his head. “No, Mari, out of the question. When we established the lodge, Dig and I agreed that we’d never hire our personal residences to guests. That’s his personal space and it’s not happening.” Radd turned to Brin. “Digby’s villa is next to mine.” A barely there, almost satisfied smile touched the corners of Radd’s lips, and Brin frowned, wondering what he was up to. “Brin can move into my villa.”

Uh,really? “And where will you sleep?” she demanded. Radd’s smile deepened and his eyes heated. Brin, seeing the answer in his eyes—with you, obviously—quickly shook her head. “That’s not a good idea.”

Before Radd could reply, Mari pushed her chair back and quietly excused herself. Brin, not wanting to break eye contact with Radd, didn’t acknowledge her leaving and neither, Brin noticed, did her boss.

“I’m not sleeping with you, Radd,” Brin told him, annoyed that her voice sounded a little shaky. And not very assertive.

Radd nodded. “Okay.”

Brin didn’t trust his immediate agreement. “Look, I’m adult enough to realize that we are hectically attracted to each other, but I’m not the type to fall into bed with hot billionaires.”

“Okay.”

“Stop saying that!” Brin snapped.

Radd leaned back in his chair, stretched out his legs and linked his hands on his flat stomach, looking supremely relaxed. “What do you think is going to happen if you move into my villa, Brin?”

“We’re two unattached, single people who are attracted to each other,” Brin replied, annoyed. “What the hell do you think is going to happen? Do you think we’ll spend all our time playing tiddlywinks? We’ll end up having sex.”

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

How could he sound so relaxed, like they were discussing the weather? “I’m not answering that question.”

“So, that’s a yes, then.”

“It’s not a yes!” Brin snapped.

“Then it’s a no?”

Brin refused to look at him, wanting to lie but unable to. So she kept quiet, hoping for a hole to open up and suck her into another vortex, a different paradigm. She waited, but nothing happened and she eventually, what seemed like years later, looked at Radd.

He still looked relaxed and worse, amused.

“You are so damn annoying.” Brin pushed her curls back off her face and cupped her hand behind her neck, feeling out of her depth and a little emotional. God, at times like these she wished she were more like Kerry, sophisticated and cool, able to give as good as she got.

People like Radd and her sister could run rings around her without moving at all.

The amusement faded from Radd’s eyes and his expression turned serious. “You’re seriously upset about this.”

Well, yes. She didn’t like feeling as though she was the ditsy hen and he the sly fox.

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