Page 179 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 1
"You tend to be kind of extravagant."
"Not always. I used to come here to eat all the time."
"What was your favorite part about living here?" I put my hand in the center of the table. He immediately grabbed it.
"There's always something to do."
"So you've been pretty bored in a college town?"
"Hardly. You're very entertaining." He flashed me a smile. He was so handsome. I noticed a few women in the restaurant staring at him.
"You know that women stare at you everywhere we go, right?"
"Is that so? I haven't noticed."
"You must have noticed. Everyone drools over you. I mean, look at you."
"I'm too busy looking at you."
I felt myself blushing. "You're out of my league."
"You're out of your mind."
I bit my lip. "Why me?"
"What do you mean?"
"If you wanted to date a student..."
"I didn't want to date a student." He lifted up my hand and kissed my knuckles. "Are you asking why I'm attracted to you? Or why I love your personality?"
"Both I guess."
"You don't have much self confidence. It's rather curious."
"Why would I? No one's ever looked at me the way that you're looking at me right now."
"I know you don't see it. But you are always the most beautiful girl in the room. I enjoy that you don't see it. It's intriguing how naive you are. You're very alluring."
"Alluring?" I laughed. Alluring was how I'd describe him. It's not how I'd describe myself.
"Yes. I find you unbelievably sexy." He stared into my eyes. "Every inch of you."
I could feel my face flush.
"Did you want more intimate details? Because I could go on for days describing the blue of your eyes with the small flecks of green in the sunshine. Or the freckles on your shoulders. Or that birthmark on the inside of your ankle. Or how your ass jiggles just the right amount when you walk. Or how your breasts fit perfectly in my hands. Or how you get a cute little wrinkle in your forehead when you frown at me. Or how it makes me feel when you bite your lip when you look at me. Or the intoxicating smell of you. And the taste of you." He swallowed hard. "And the way you're looking at me right now...it's sexy as hell."
I gulped.
"So if you refuse to see how beautiful you are, you'll just have to accept the fact that I'm attracted to you. And for things that aren't physical." He paused and kissed my knuckles again. "I love that you're down to earth. I love that you're shy. It's refreshing that you don't seem to want to be the center of attention everywhere we go. I like that you just want to be beside me instead, captivating me alone. I love that you're open to second chances and quick to forgive. Yet you're extremelystubborn as well, and I love how that challenges me. I love how intelligent you are. I love that you like experiencing new things. And I love that you're a hopeless romantic, or else we wouldn't be sitting here right now."
I stared at him. I knew my face was bright red. No one had ever said things like that to me before. He did know every inch of me. He wasn't lying. "I'm a hopeless romantic because I chose you? Why is that hopeless?"
"I told you that I wasn't good for you, yet here you are. Besides, you had plenty of other options."
"I didn't."
"Tyler and Brendan?"
