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He exudes sex. His hair is scruffy and he has the vague appearance of someone who’s been out all night, not someone who stayed at home talking to some random girl. No way. He looks more like a baller who stayed at work late negotiating billion-dollar deals and has a slinky little sex kitten of a girl waiting for him downstairs in a limousine.
For the life of me, I don’t remember his voice. Maybe I passed him off to another girl right away.
Why don’t I remember him?
“Can you remind me of what we talked about?” I say.
He exhales sharply.
“It doesn’t really matter,” he says. “What matters to me is how beautiful your voice is.”
He sucks in a sharp breath, pulling his hand back and clearing his throat.
“I don’t have time for games and I don’t have time for bullshit. Can you please just skip to the part where you say yes so I can get you as far the fuck away from this place as possible?"
He stands, the movement fluid and graceful. He towers over me, blocking out the harsh fluorescent lighting overhead.
My heart is glowing. My stomach is rolling over and over, making delicious heat swirl through me.
This is my lifeline. This is the solution. And if this sexy billionaire sees something in me, then who am I to tell him he’s wrong?
I can do this.
I have to.
Ineedto.
And for this guy?
It might not even be that hard.
I stand up and nod my head decisively.
“Is this a yes?” he rasps.
“Yes.”
He grins and grabs my hand.
“Then let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Chapter Five
Mr. Lennox
She looks perfect here.
Like this is where she’s meant to be.
“What do you think?” I say as I flip on the lights.
“What do I think?” she says, stepping past me into the apartment —herapartment. The place she’ll be staying until she moves in with me.
She turns around to face me, her eyes wide and her lips spread into the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen.
“I think if I stay here too long, I might never want to leave.”
“Then I’ve done my job.”
