Page 13 of My Arrogant Millionaire

He followed suit, and the sweet cinnamon-tequila sloshed slightly over our fingers as we clinked glasses with gusto. »Goldilocks, you’ve been surprising me since our first encounter.«

»Likewise, Mr. Spencer.« I didn’t miss the way the desire returned to his eyes as I addressed him that way. »Cheers!«

»Cheers!«

In one swift motion, I downed the contents of the glass. The alcohol was sharp, but the cinnamon left a sweet aftertaste. I licked my lips with pleasure, and Baron’s gaze darkened as he caught the gesture. He, too, had emptied his glass. I immediately felt the heat creeping into my cheeks.

Momi arrived with Carlos, one of the waiters, and they loaded our entire table with delicacies. Hearty homemade corn tortillas, stuffed burritos with beans, cheese, and creamy guacamole, baked tacos, spinach quesadillas, and more.

»Momi, when are we supposed to eat all this?« I asked, laughing. She just grunted dismissively and left us alone. We would have to take half of it home with us. At least I would have something to eat for the next two days.

This time, it was Baron who raised the Michelada. »Since I have to leave my car in this not-so-reassuring parking lot anyway, we might as well go all out.«

»Going all out sounds good,« I replied with a mischievous smile.

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»God, you’re even heavier than you look. Hold on.« I pushed Baron against the wall next to my front door and rummaged for the keycard in my bag. I could feel the alcohol very clearly myself, spinning fast circles in my head, but Baron had become suddenly drunk after the fourth tequila and the second Michelada. Adorably drunk, I must say. In the past, I had experienced ex-boyfriends who became aggressive or tearful, but Baron started folding napkins into a bouquet of flowers for me in a silly way and, heavily staggering, brought me one of the red roses that stood on Alejandro’s bar after dancing a round with Momi in the middle of the restaurant.

In the taxi, we horsed around, singing along to the songs on the radio – which the driver clearly disapproved of, but we didn’t care – but as we stood in the elevator and almost got closer, he collapsed without warning. Bam! There was a mighty thud when his massive, muscular body hit the floor. Luckily, I managed to cushion him a bit, even though it wasn’t easy, and now I felt the sensation of some bruised ribs and bruises. Damn, it was like standing in front of a train.

He suddenly giggled and tried to lurch forward again; I quickly pushed the door open and pressed myself against him. With a veiled gaze, he looked at me and tightly wrapped his arms around my upper body. He really had a lot of love to give.

»Hi,« he mumbled with a crooked grin, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

»You’re really sweet, but you desperately need to get to bed now.« He raised an eyebrow, and I shook my head. »To sleep, you naughty boy!«

I grabbed his arm and draped it over my shoulder. »I like it when you say naughty! Say it again!«

Somehow, I managed to hoist him into the hallway and close the door. Jack stood at the doorway to the living room, eyeing us skeptically.

»Definitely not,« I replied, and we crawled at a snail’s pace down the hall to my room.

»Jack’s looking at me like I’m a burglar,« whispered Baron, and I burst out laughing again. »Shhhh! Don’t provoke him!«

»Jack is the least of my worries,« I replied, pushing him into the guest room. When he reached the bed, he simply let himself fall onto it, and despite his level of intoxication, his reaction was lightning fast as he grabbed my hand and pulled me down with him. He landed on his back, and I on top of him. I felt very aware of how strong and perfect his body was, and how tightly his lower abdomen pressed against mine. Instantly, my nerves tingled, and sensual shivers trickled down my spine.

»Baron?« I whispered as he stared at my lips. The amusement had vanished from his gaze; instead, he held me tightly, pressing me even closer to him. I suppressed a soft gasp as his hand gently stroked my back. The hem of my dress had slid up a bit, and through my thin pantyhose, I could feel the rough fabric of his jeans. »Baron?« I whispered again, rolling off of him. Reluctantly, he let me go, growling in frustration. Then, he placed his arm over his eyes, shielding his face from the streaming light in the hallway.

»You’re driving me crazy, Goldilocks,« he mumbled. I rolled onto my side and propped my face on my hand. »I swear, if I don’t get to kiss you soon, then…« He fell silent, and his arm sagged slightly downward.

»Then?« I asked, sliding closer. Now I wanted to know. But instead of an answer, I heard heavy, steady breaths. With a smile, I wrapped my side of the blanket around his body since he was lying on the other side and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Acutely aware that in my bed lay the most fascinating, hottest man I had ever encountered, and I was still unsure whether to give in to him or if doing so would be the biggest mistake of my life.

This date was definitely number one on my list of all my dates.

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Baron

At first, I felt the throbbing pain that took possession of my entire head and paralyzed my body. I suppressed a gasp and laboriously opened my leaden eyelids. Damn. The evening before came to mind. Deep gazes, delicious food, cocktails, and tequila without end. After our taxi ride, I didn’t remember much, but at this moment I recognized that the bedroom I was in was definitely not my own.

I was lying on my side and wanted to roll onto my back, but something prevented me. Grace. She lay in my arms, and I had her beautiful body pressed tightly against me. Instantly, my manhood awoke and throbbed hard against the pressure of her divine behind. I buried my nose deeper into her soft golden strands and inhaled her perfect scent. She was still asleep; I heard her soft, steady breaths. Had she brought me here, to her room? She could have taken me home, but she hadn’t. I was still wearing my clothes, so we most likely hadn’t slept together.

After letting my guard down for a moment during our conversation yesterday, something I never did, especially not on a first date, I had seen her darkness too. The pain that had made her what she was, that had made her strong and independent. Yet there was something else, and I didn’t know if it was a good idea to delve deeper into the hornet’s nest of her memories. Was I ready to fully reveal myself to her, to let her in, as I had never dared before?

I had no idea.

Carefully, I pulled my arm out from under her, and she immediately turned onto her stomach and bent her leg. Double damn. Through her short shorts, I had a truly fantastic view of her round, firm cheeks. My fingers tingled, craving to touch her, to caress, kiss, and bite into her. Instead, I clenched my hands into fists and silently climbed out of bed. It was a real jerk move to leave her alone now and not wake her, I knew that. On the other hand, there was only this one moment to pull the emergency brake. We could have had breakfast, maybe finally had sex, and let go of this immense pressure inside us, but I already knew that it was more than just a meaningless romp. She was more. And I had no idea how to deal with the abundance of emotions swirling within me.

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