Page 16 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 3
Ian put his hand on my shoulder and tried to push me back into the car with too much force.
“Don’t touch me,” I hissed and tried to shove his hand away. When he tried to push me again, I yelled, “Don’t touch me!”
“Jesus.” James climbed out of the car and grabbed my hand with a harsh tug. “Come on.”
I pulled my hand out of his. I wasn’t going anywhere with him. Not when he looked like he was about to kill someone. I was wrong before, I didn’t want to trust him. He didn’t seem like someone I could ever rely on. He seemed angry and irrational and unkind.
He grabbed my forearm, this time his fingers dug into my skin. “Penny, we need to get back in the car.”
“Stop.” I tried to pull away, but he gripped my arm even tighter.
A swarm of people surrounded us, microphones were thrust into my face, cameras flashed.
“Mrs. Hunter, are you alright?”
“Is the baby okay?”
“Penny, where is the baby?”
Baby? What baby?I thought about the little redheaded girl from my dream. A figment of my imagination of myself as a child. The one that had run toward me instead of toward my mother. That had been a dream, right? God, it was too hard to keep everything straight. My head started to swirl.
“Back away before I called the cops,” Ian said, trying to keep the microphones out of my face.
I felt my body start shaking. My heart raced. Why did all these reporters care about me? I tried to back away from them and ran into James’ hard chest.
“Jesus, you’re shaking.”
How did I find comfort in his voice when I barely knew him?
He wrapped his arms around me, sending warmth I didn’t know I needed through my body.
A microphone was held out a few inches from my lips.
“Penny, have you and James fully recovered?”
James’ strong arms tensed around me.
Had he been hurt too? What had happened to him? He was the one thing in this crazy fantasy that was able to calm me down. I didn’t want to lose him. Although he did freak me out at the same time. But facing all of this newness on my own didn’t sound very appealing. Why wasn’t I just allowed to go home with my parents?
“I need to get out of here,” I whispered.
The man with the microphone gave me an odd look.
“Get me out of here. I want to go home. Please take me home.” I tried to swallow down the lump in my throat, but it wouldn’t go away.
“Back up!” Ian yelled, but more people were swarming us. Flashes. Voices. He knocked the mic out of my face.
I closed my eyes. I felt like I was going to faint. “Please.”
And then I was being lifted up and over James’ shoulder. My eyes flew open and I was staring down at his ass. His very perfect looking ass. But its perfection didn’t distract me from wondering what he was doing. I hadn’t been asked to be lifted like a child. I was about to protest, but he pushed through the front doors of the building and the blast of air-conditioning and silence of the lobby made my breath come back. I felt myself sink into him.
“It’s okay,” he said gently. “You’re safe.”
I had asked to go home. But in my dream, this was my home.Try to embrace it.
James’ breathing sounded labored.
“You can put me down,” I said. I thought about my strange beer belly. It was probably hard to lift me. “I know I’m a little heavy.”
