Page 61 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

“Hmmm. Dark, sensual, and delicious. How’s your cake?”

She cleared her throat a little too insistently at the intrusion and licked her lips.

“Fabulous,” she said.

The way she licked her lips and followed his eyes made Roman smile more.

Going in for the kill, he said, “Chocolate should be one of the seven deadly sins, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, yeah, I think so,” she added, her eyes darting towards everywhere but on him.

He spooned up another mouth full of chocolate.

“Would you like a taste of mine?”

Hers was chocolate cake, and mine was pecan torte chocolate.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he said, but the intensity in his gaze told her he wasn’t talking about dessert.

“Do you fancy a taste of mine, too?”

Lifting her spoon and wrapping up his fingers around her hands, Roman guided it to his lips.

As she watched the thick, velvety chocolate being devoured, he looked down to attest her nipples tightening against the smooth silk of her dress.

He slid a hand under the table, discreetly running his hands through the soft fabric and then sliding one hand up her thigh even as he tasted the chocolate, chewing slowly and not breaking eye contact with her, watching for her reaction.

Once his hand had found her thigh, she tensed up immediately, frozen in place and refusing to move or acknowledge his hand.

He smirked and pushed his hands deeper. She shuddered and shifted her legs back, dropping the spoon on the table. It clattered loudly against the table, and she cleared her throat.

“Easy, girl,” he drawled, leaning back against the leather booth, forearm resting casually on the table.

“You are beautiful, you intrigue me, and I’m very attracted to you. I’d like to make love to you tonight. How do you feel about the idea?”

“Watch yourself,” she said through gritted teeth.

His lips twitched as she glared at him. She looked exactly as he wanted her to, with her hair blowing around her head in sultry wisps, her full lips puckered in, and her sexy eyes bright with temper.

She looked cute, mad, and sexy as hell, kind of like a pixie or a fairy with an anger management problem.

His lips curved before he could stop them.

“Now you wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing that concerns you, Roman.”

They exchanged glances filled with unspoken emotions. The air between them crackled with anticipation, the weight of their unspoken feelings hanging palpably in the air.

Finally, Roman broke the silence, his voice low and serious. “Olivia, I need to be honest with you. I’m incredibly attracted to you,” he admitted, his gaze unwavering.

Olivia’s heart skipped a beat at his confession, and her cheeks flushed with a mix of surprise and delight. She reached out, gently placing her hand on top of his, her touch warm and grateful. “Roman, you make me go through extreme emotions so fast, I usually have a lid on these things. You’re not healthy for me.. but I can’t begin to express how grateful I am for your help,” she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. “And... I have feelings for you, too.”

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, relief at the weight of confessing his feelings finally off his chest.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he said softly.

He got up and pulled her out of her seat, wrapping his arms around her hips and kissing her. Slow and fast, time sped and slowed.

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