Page 62 of Arrogant Playboy

“Louis and Emily are currently living with me. My brother is looking for a home in London.”

Alistair raises a brow. “Really? Never thought we’d see you on the other side of the pond.”

“Funny what love does.” My brother chuckles.

“Ah, that old chestnut.” Alistair grins knowingly. They end up in a long discussion about the best suburbs of London. I silently sip my drink while keeping my eyes on Rosie, she hasn’t acknowledged me yet and it’s irritating the hell out of me.

Louis and Emily have left,and I should have followed because I’m getting more and more worked up as I watch a stream of men slide by, their eyes on the girls, some specifically on Rosie.The way she giggles and touches their arms, her cheeks blushing at whatever they’ve said to her, the same way they do for me, and yet she still hasn’t looked over at where I’m sitting, hasn’t tried to lure me over to her. The longer I stew here the angrier I get. When I look up again, Rosie’s walking off toward the bathrooms and right behind her is one of the guys she was talking to. My stomach sinks, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m getting up and walking toward the bathrooms after her. When I walk down the corridor, I still, seeing this man caging Rosie in and blind rage fills me as I walk over and pull the guy off her.

“Hey, what the fuck,” he curses at me as he stumbles into the wall. Rosie’s eyes are wide as she stares at me and then at the guy. “I was talking to her,” he says.

“Do you want him to be talking to you?” I glare at her. Those green eyes bounce between him and me before she shakes her head. Like I thought. I whirl around, and this time, it’s me who has the young guy caged in. “You need to fuck off now, she’s with me.”

“Fuck you, she’s been flirting with me all night,” he spits at me before looking over at Rosie.

“Actually, it was your friend,” she says.

The guy sneers at her. “Fucking, bitch.”

I see red, and that is when I grab him by his shirt and push him against the wall. “Don’t you dare talk to her like that,” I growl.

“Let go of me. She ain’t worth this hassle,” he says, pushing me away. I let him go and as soon as he is released, he hightails it out of there. When I turn around, Rosie is staring at me, she’s frozen to the spot.

“Are you okay? He didn’t touch you? Hurt you?” I ask, reaching out and touching her face softly. She shakes her head, those green eyes still wide with shock. “Rosie,” I say her name gently.

“I didn’t flirt with him,” she says softly.

“I know, it was his friend. I’ve watched you all night flirting with him.”

“You have?” Her brows raise high.

“Yes, and I hated every moment.”

“It’s better this way,” she confesses.

“Better for who?” I argue.

“Us.”

Now it’s my turn to cage her. “I don’t believe you.”

Rosie swallows as I bring my body closer to her. “You’re my client.”

Such a convenient excuse. “And I told you that I wouldn’t touch you until the project was done.”

Her brows pull together. “We come from different worlds.”

“France and England are not that different.”

She rolls her eyes at my remark. “You’re rich.”

“That’s an excuse,” I argue.

“It’s not an excuse.”

“It is,” I say, leaning forward as I whisper into her ear. “If you’re not interested in having my cock in your pussy any more then tell me.” Those apple cheeks bloom red as a gasp falls from her lips. “If you don’t want my tongue between your thighs …” Her breath hitches as my hand slides along her inner thighs. “Do you miss my fingers, Rose?” She swallows as she gives me the smallest of nods. My finger slides higher as my knuckles graze her underwear. “I miss watching your lips part as my fingers slide inside, that moment of bliss when we connect.” My knuckle slides her underwear to the slide and her legs open for me, letting me move my hand so that I can slide a finger into her. “Just like that,” I say as her lips part and the tiniest gasp falls from them. “You can give me all the bullshit excuses you want about the two of us, but what I do know is your pussy is a greedy little thing and she wants nothing more than for meto put her out of her misery. I bet you’ve been aching since the last time they were in you?” Rosie swallows and then nods. “You miss this?” I ask as I slide another finger inside which pulls a moan from her. “Knew it. I’ll always know what you need, Rosie, always.” My thumb connects with her clit which has her bucking against my hand. “Your head can fight this all it wants, but your pussy knows what it needs and that’s me.” She can deny it, but the gasps my fingers are pulling from her tell me otherwise.

“I hate you,” she moans, her eyes closing as my fingers continue to thrust inside her. I don’t care. My lips then move from her ear to her neck as I continue to deliver what she needs.

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