Page 38 of The Billionaire's Rival (Bad Boy Billionaires)

Damn. I’d just been staring at him. “I’m fine.”

“No headache or anything?”

“I’ve felt better physically. What are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d demonstrate how we can visit each other professionally.”

I glared at him. “Did you come here with a counterproposal or just to gloat?”

“So you are hungover?”

“Now who’s an asshole?”

Ford smiled. “I never said I wasn’t.”

“Tell me you’re actually here to negotiate. There’s really no reason to take this to court. I’m confident we can settle it between us and our clients.” I wished that was true.

Ford smiled as he sank into one of the chairs in front of my desk. “That’s not why I’m here.”

He was looking at me so intently my pulse sped up. What did he want? Had he changed his mind about letting me have more of him? Did sober me actually want him to?

Yes, I did.

Once again, I thought about using my mouth on him. I’d never even considered doing that before. I’d never understood why the women I’d been with were willing to put my dick in their mouths, I’d just been thankful when they were. Now though, after watching some videos, I knew watching a man suck off another man turned me on, and when I imagined doing it with Ford, it no longer seemed like a hard limit.

“You are having trouble concentrating this morning, aren’t you?”

He had to know I wanted him. Damn bastard. “Why are you here?”

He glanced toward the reception area. “As much as I do love behaving professionally—”

“Like how we did last night?”

Ford shook his head and mouthed “don’t.” What was going on? “We need to be sure this conversation is one hundred percent private.”

“So you do have a proposal?”

“Not exactly.”

I raised my brows. Why was he acting so strange?

Ford reached across my desk and grabbed the notepad I’d been writing on. “Hey, you can’t—”

He shook his head, giving me a look that dared me to defy him. Then he flipped over the page where I’d been making notes and started writing.

When he handed the notepad back, I read his words.You are being followed, and the office may be bugged. We need to talk.

I glared at him and mouthed. “Montgomery.”

He shook his head.

It wouldn’t make sense for Montgomery to say I’d be in trouble if I lost, but for all I knew I had more than one party watching me.

“I thought we could head to a café I know. It’s not far.”

I frowned at him but answered. “That’s sounds like a great idea.”

I got my jacket off the back of my chair and followed him out. Part of me wished this was just a ploy to get me in bed, but I didn’t think I was that lucky.

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