Page 17 of Undercover Billionaire

Drake laughed. “Bad, huh?”

“Terrible. I can barely look.”

"You're determined not to like me, aren't you?"

"Of course not. I like you. A lot."Crap. She hadn’t planned to admit that."I mean, I like that you're here to help me with my… situation. I like you as much as any other guy.”What was she saying?“Like my mailman."She had completely lost her mind."Just take the damn outfit!"

He didn't say a word, just shook his head and retreated to the dressing room with far too smug a smile. This time, she didn't have to wait long for his return. Time seemingly stopped as he stepped into the light wearing a black button-down shirt and crisp jeans, powerful, capable and poised to conquer the world. The thin cloth did absolutely nothing to hide his stunning physique; instead it accentuated it, outlining long arms and tall and powerful legs. He looked like a cowboy from long ago, straight out of a western. "Cowboy Sexy" would be his motto if he had one.

"Cowboy what?"

Oh. My Goodness.

Had she spoken aloud?

Drake's eyes smoldered. "What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything."

His lips curved up. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Well, if you're sure. But maybe you can help me with something. Do you think this outfit looks better with this button undone?" He released a black onyx button.

This was part of his plan for revenge. He was trying to drive her crazy.Kaitlyn gulped as a sliver of tanned muscle rippled in the v of the shirt. "I would say it's fine either way."

"Or maybe one more."

More smooth skin, morepowerfulmuscle. This time she could only nod. And then shake her head. And then do something that was a mix of the two.

"Well, what about–"

"That's enough!" Could he see her struggle for control? His heated reaction said yes, as his eyes turned a smoldering gray. She drank in the sight of him, and the world between them disappeared. He looked as if he were ready to kiss her, a hungry predator hunting his prey. And the scary part was, she wouldn’t stop him if he pounced.

She was considering pouncing herself.

"Why don't we talk about your outfit?"

She blinked at the unexpected comment. “I’m sorry?”

He examined her, from the very top of her head and going down very, very slowly. "I approve." The words were nonchalant, but hidden fire burned beneath them. He looked back up, stopped at the top of her outfit, where she had left one button undone.

The words emerged before she could stop them. "Should I undo another button?"

She covered her mouth with her hands. What had she said? If she undid another button, it would reveal far too much. Before he could respond, she choked out, "I'm kidding, of course." He stared, as if imagining what she did not reveal. "How about you try on another outfit?" she offered in a low voice.

Drake gave a curt nod. Only as he returned to the dressing room, his effect on her never lessened. He's not for you, he's not for you, he's not for you.Like a mantra, Kaitlyn repeated it again and again in her mind. Perhaps saying it out loud would help. "He's not for you."

"What did you say?"

Figures.

"I said you need to tie your shoe."

They both looked down at the same time. His shoes were tied.Well, darn.

"Actually, I heard what you said." He leaned back against the wall, causing the thin white shirt that outlined every muscle to stretch and become almost see-through. “It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself.”

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