Page 6 of My Arrogant Millionaire

»I’ll be staring at my phone every minute because you’re keeping me on tenterhooks.«

»Then you can handle disappointment well?«

»Not particularly,« he replied, and I didn’t just imagine that his voice was nothing but a rough growl.

»So, it’s the chase that attracts you?« I took a step closer to him, and it gave me a powerful surge of satisfaction to see his breathing quicken.

»No, you attract me.« Goosebumps swept across my heated neck as if he were caressing me there.

»I know men like you. And maybe what you can offer is exactly what I need right now.«

»Find out,« he whispered, and I felt his hand fleetingly touch mine. It was a brief contact, delicate and barely perceptible, but still, everything inside me pulsed in response.

His gaze fell on my lips, and I was on the verge of throwing caution to the wind right there on the sidewalk amidst the bustling crowd of strangers. So very close.

»I have to go.« Swiftly, I sprang into action and ran past him. I immediately started jogging, without even warming up a little. I had already gotten enough heat. Did it look like I was fleeing? Quite possibly, but I didn’t care. I had to get away from his close proximity, which made me forget everything.

»Have a nice day, Goldilocks,« he called after me, and I raised my hand without looking back at him.

5

Baron

It was crazy how I could hardly wait to come home after a long day at work. Not because I was looking forward to dinner and a hot shower as usual, but because there was something else that captured my attention and dominated my thoughts. Grace Stone. I had overheard her name this morning during her conversation. On one hand, I knew that eavesdropping was a pretty shitty habit, but on the other, I was like a lovesick teenager, soaking up every scrap of information I could get about my crush. She awakened something within me, and it was not just the hunting instinct, as she had suspected. It was something else. The look in her ocean-blue eyes told me there was more hidden beneath her stunning face. And I wanted to unravel why my body reacted so disproportionately when we met. Because, strictly speaking, it had only been two fleeting encounters, hardly worth mentioning. At least, it would have been with any other woman.

I couldn’t claim to be a man who denied himself the pleasures of a good one-night stand, but I always played with open cards. I had neither the time nor the interest in a long-term relationship and made that clear from the start. Of course, one woman or another still had hope that I would change my mind, but so far, I had always been happy with my opinion that relationships were the death of my libido. And I relished the thrilling feeling of possessing something for the first time. Discovering how to rev up a woman and drive her to the edge of her sanity. Yes, I liked women in general; they were beautiful, proud beings who often gave me more than just the quick satisfaction of my needs, and I, in turn, was more than often exceedingly generous. What would Grace like? What would it sound like if she moaned beneath me? If she came intensely?

I caught myself immediately glancing through the floor-to-ceiling windows as I entered my apartment. She was home. And a smile appeared on my lips, one I couldn’t prevent even if I had wanted to.

Perhaps she was right not to call me right away. There was something exciting about not knowing if I would get her or not. Although I knew precisely how I affected women, even I couldn’t claim never to have been rejected. However, I saw the slight flutter of her breath when I stood as close to her as I had this morning. The blush of her cheeks, the excited tremble in her voice. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

I took off my jacket and hung it on the coat rack next to the door. My apartment had no hallway, so I was standing directly in my living room, which suited me just fine at the moment. That way, I didn’t miss Grace sitting up on the couch, where she was snuggled up with the tomcat. She tried not to look over at me, but I could pinpoint the exact moment when excitement took possession of her body. In one hand, she held a book, and with the other, she stroked the contented tomcat lying next to her bent legs on the blanket. A floor lamp bathed the seating area in dim light. But it was enough for me to see her very clearly.

Casually, I strolled into my bedroom and stood with my back to the window in front of my bed. She wanted a show? She could have one.

Slowly, I unbuttoned my shirt, all too aware that she was watching me. I pulled the fabric off my upper body and tossed it into the light bamboo laundry basket in the corner of the room. Nonchalantly, I opened my pants and pulled them off along with my boxer briefs. I couldn’t help but grin as I imagined her eyeing my backside, which I still faced towards her. I hoped she found the sight pleasing and pictured all the pretty things we could do together once she gave in to me. Because she would. The interest was too great from her side as well. I sauntered into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. As the hot water washed away the day’s stress, my thoughts kept flickering to Grace. Her golden strands that had seemed to glow in the light of the autumn morning sun. I had to somehow convince her to go out with me. Just one meal, and I could finally fathom what it was that drew me to her so irresistibly.

My arousal became instant as I thought about her athletic body in those tight workout pants. I ran my hand over my length a few times, pumping into it, but I didn’t give in to the urge. Not today. I enjoyed the arousal she elicited in me far too much.

I turned the water to the coldest setting and let out a gasp as my body contracted, groaned, and writhed against the icy cold until I could hardly stand it any longer and turned it off.

I grabbed a towel, which I wrapped around my waist, and headed outside. Back to my bedroom. Back to her.

As I dared to steal a fleeting glance at her from the corner of my eye, I saw her standing beside the kitchen island. Again, she wore that oversized sleep shirt that barely covered her midsection. She stretched upwards, and the fabric slid up over her worship-worthy backside. My God. She was playing with me, just as I was with her.

If only I had her number, I would call and... That’s when something occurred to me.

Each apartment had a house phone that had a direct line to the doorman. And not only that, but he could connect any apartment to another.

I went to my entrance area and picked up the receiver on the wall next to the front door. With a press of a button, I was connected to the night doorman, Eric. He and Conor shared the daily service and were only relieved on weekends.

»Good evening, Mr. Spencer, how can I help you?« his friendly voice rang out.

»A wonderful evening, Eric. Could you please connect me to apartment fifteen, Grace Stone?«

»Certainly, connecting you right away.«

»Thank you!«

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