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Geez. He’s wealthier than I thought. “So you’re saying that me staying in bed with you is worth twenty million big ones?”

The millionaire, or billionaire, smirks. “Baby, you in my bed . . . priceless.” Drew pulls me in for a soft, sensual kiss, sealing the deal. “So, what do you say?”

The only other man who has ever made me feel like a precious jewel was my father. And this guy is literally offering me the one thing I’ve been fighting to get, with a multiple orgasm bonus.

“That is a very, very, very tempting offer,” I say, gazing over his naked body with everyvery. Getting that money today would be incredible. And it will be when the investor agrees later on at our meeting. “I could never take your money like that.”

I want to believe that his offer comes from a generous place, but who knows what kind of strings it would come with? I like this feeling—feeling sexy, desired, alive. I only have Drew to thank for it.

However, taking the money doesn’t feel as sexy. Drew doesn’t need to buy me to stay in his bed. Besides, I have no interest in blurring the lines of business and sex.

“I know you wouldn’t. You’re not that type of girl. That’s what I love about you.” He reaches for my face and sweeps my wild strands behind my ear.

Love about me? Did he say love?

“I mean . . .” Drew clears his throat and lowers his gaze. “You know what I mean.”

I know this ridiculously gorgeous, rich bachelor with a modelizing reputation just offered me millions and Freudian-slipped the wordlove.

What is happening? Is this how he is with all other women? Ugh, I hate the idea that I’m just anotherlassin his rotating harem. I should go before he lures me back in.

“Call me later?” I ask, and for the first time since we kissed, I wonder if that’s a good idea.

Chapter Twenty-One

KATE

Rushing backto my hotel in nothing but a trench coat isn’t nearly as much fun as it was rushing over to Drew’s last night. But in less than thirty minutes, I order room service and get in the shower. I chug an entire bottle of water with one hand and wash my hair with the other.

As I scrub away any passion particles left in my locks, my mind races with everything I have to do. The investor meeting is one thing, but now I’m revamping my entire line for the fashion show in a few days. What was I thinking, allowing myself to get swept up and distracted by all this Drew stuff? Then, I close my eyes, imagining his hands rocking my hips over him, and a tantalizing tingle shoots up to my navel.

Oh, that’s why.

Maybe it’s all too much for me right now. This thing with Drew is just a lovely London fling, after all. He knows it. I know it. AndCheeri-Ooh!readers know it too.

Should I stop seeing him? I’ve experienced enough passion to last me a really, really long time. My heart sinks at the thought. I hate the idea of not seeing him again. If I feel like that now, how will I feel when I go back home next week?

There’s a knock at the door. My stomach flips. Is it him?

No, don’t be ridiculous, Kate.

Dressed in a fluffy, terry cloth robe, I open the door expecting a bellhop with my omelet. But it’s Beau. Her blue eyes are wide and sparkling like she has something to tell me.

“What’s going on?” I ask, ushering her in.

“You tell me. What happened last night, you sexy little minx?” She smacks my behind as I hurry back to the bathroom.

I want to gush over every last detail, but all that comes out is, “Honestly, there are no words. It was . . .”

“Sex soul mate status?”

My face flushes as I slather it with cream. Yes, I had that thought last night in a moment of pleasure, but admitting it to my best friend in the light of day feels like a declaration I’m not ready to make. “I don’t know about that but when I . . .”

“Came. Climaxed. Orgasmed?”

“Yeah, I thought the world would explode.”

“That’s what I’m talking about. Isn’t it the best!” Beau says.

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