Page 20 of The Billionaire's Accidental Legacy

She knew the rumors about him, and he did as much as confirm them just now.

He was a man who did what he wanted, when he wanted to do it. He’d had more sex than he could likely catalog in an evening’s time.

And he was aroused by the sight of her naked body.

He shifted, and she could see the evidence of his arousal, just there at the apex of his thighs.

She trembled.

“More,” he demanded.

She pushed the gown down over her hips, so that she was wearing nothing more than the small white thong she put on earlier, and her sky-high heels.

She hadn’t intended for anyone to see this. It made her feel sexy. Helped her play the part.

But now it felt as if it was for him. As if perhaps it always had been.

He lifted his hand, and crooked his finger. “Come here.”

Jessie was not, as a general rule, obedient. But his voice was liquid velvet, and it poured over her like a soft, sensual promise, and she could not deny him.

She took a step toward him, and then another.

Until she was standing just before him, wearing nothing but those very brief underwear.

“It’s a good thing I didn’t intend to win, Ms. Hargreave. Because I would’ve found it nearly impossible to concentrate with you sitting across from me. And seeing you uncovered... You’re even more exquisite than I could’ve imagined.”

“Why do you remember me?”

Sheremembered everything. Everybody.

But she remembered him different. She remembered him red.

He didn’t go in a file cabinet. He never could. He couldn’t be classified, alphabetized, organized.

He was heat and light and burning passion, whether she wanted him to be or not.

And she knew that not everybody remembered the way that she did. But he remembered her. Surely it meant something.

She needed it to mean something.

“Because I want you,” he said.

“You want me?”

“From the first moment I saw you. At that casino in Las Vegas. I was in the high-roller room, and I had won a ridiculous sum of money in the sort of game that makes my father livid.

“And I saw you there. You looked so young. So innocent. But you aren’t. You are an enigma. And you have been to me from that first moment.

“You wore a wig then. You don’t wear one now.”

She shook her head. “It’s dyed darker now.”

“Your hair looked short. Just to your chin then.”

She nodded. “That was a wig.”

“It was very pretty. Though I prefer this.”

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