Page 14 of The English Billionaire's Obsession

“I don’t understand why they would think that.”

“They followed me here.”

“I don’t understand why you were…”

“Just do what I say, please.”

A note of humanity enters his voice on the last word. I could still say no, but I have nowhere else to stay. It’s late. I’ll end up wandering the streets of London alone, and if what Thomas said is true, that would be a bad idea.

“Fine,” I tell him, “but I’ll be finding my own place tomorrow, just so you know.”

“Fine,” he grunts.

I grab my last T-shirt and shove it into the suitcase. “There… done. Now what?”

“Now, we leave.”

* * *

Sitting beside him in the car, I feel like I’m inches away from a wild animal. He grabs the steering wheel hard, his forearms twitching with muscle, his jaw pulsing. He doesn’t look at me, instead staring at the road.

“It still feels weird going the wrong way,” I murmur, trying forsomeconversation and small talk to make this less weird. I can still taste the kiss and haven’t stopped wanting more. Is that all, though, or is there more going on?

“Maybeyougo the wrong way,” my grumpy man says with a passing smirk.

“Thomas, will you tell me why you were at my house and why you kissed me?”

“You don’t need an explanation for that,” he snaps. “Kissing you… It’s obvious why I’d want to do that.”

A glow spreads through me, completely out of place since I should be freaking out right now. I should be demanding that he let me out so I can call Mom or Dad or Emma—somebody to let them know what’s happening. With fifty-two billion, Thomas could do anything he wanted with me. Take me anywhere. Keep me his prisoner.

“I’m sure you’ve kissed prettier women,” I say.

He grunts.

“What does that mean?” I press.

“You ask a lot of questions.”

“Uh… Yeah, but it’s warranted here.”

“I haven’t kissed more attractive women than you, Amelia.”

“Hmm.”

He glances at me. “What’shmm?”

I fold my arms again. His intense eyes flit to my chest, and I realize I’m pushing my breasts together with the movement. He seems to like this, eyes widening. It’s almost like I can sense his hunger.

“You’re a billionaire. You’re… well, you know…”

“Do I?”

“I’m not saying I feel this way, but objectively, you’re attractive.Otherwomen would agree on that.” I swallow, looking out the window.

He laughs huskily. “But not you?”

“Nope.”

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