Page 8 of The English Billionaire's Obsession

“You’ve been following her?” George says quietly.

“Last night, I showed up at her house. It’s a shithole. She deserves better.”

“Did you get the address from our files?”

“Yes.”

“Why? You don’t know her.”

“I feel like I do. I feel like I’ve been waiting my entire life for her.”

“What are you going to do?” he asks.

“I don’t know. I thought about what you said once, a few years ago, before you met Dani and had your kids. We were sitting in the cocktail lounge at Erudis. Do you remember?”

He shakes his head.

“You waved a hand around the lounge, and you told me,‘Mate, if any of these women knew how much money we had, we could marry them, most of them at least, but we’d never know if it was real.’”

“I said that?”

“Yeah, and I agree with it.”

He sighs. “I don’t know what to say, Tommy. This is a lot to take in, and she’s waiting there.”

I stand. “Go tell her…”

“Hmm?”

I bite down, trying to think, unable to think of anything I could say that would make sense of this.

“Don’t worry about it,” I grunt, heading for the lift.

CHAPTERFIVE

Amelia

I don’t know what else to do, so I brush myself down, wipe my mouth, and try to act like nothing happened.Trybecause I’ve felt nothing like this before.

I’m still buzzing from the heat of the kiss, my body screaming at me to find him, kiss him again, and go further this time, ignoring the complications and the fact I’ve almost certainly got less experience than him.

My hips ache from where he grabbed them. There was so much intensity in his touch, as though he’d never felt anything that triggered so much captivation in him. I don’t understand what he said about being unable to stay away and then the sudden kiss.

The door opens, jolting me to my feet. I expect it to be Thomas again, and I’m excited about the idea, thrilled that he’s eager for round two. Ishouldn’tbe thrilled, considering how we left things, the mystery he dropped into my thoughts, but I am. Then the thrill plummets when I see George Langdale, a lean man with blond hair.

“Amelia, it’s so nice to meet you in person,” he says, offering me his hand.

I’m painfully aware of how sweaty I am as we shake. The excitement still clings to me, my body primed for more than a business meeting.

“And you, Mr. Langdale,” I reply.

“Please, call me George.”

“Okay, George. Great.”

He gestures at my chair, walks around the desk, and sits in his.

Did you see Thomas on your way out?

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