Page 8 of Damaged Billionaire Daddy
“Excuse me?”
He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “You’re staring atme. If you want me to take you to the bathroom and bend you over the counter, baby girl, all you have to do is ask.” His face was smug, and I wondered how often that line worked for him.
Not this time.
Before I could give it a second thought, I tossed my drink straight in his face. “Not in your wildest dreams.” He was shocked at first before his face contorted in pure anger. His eyes darkened as they narrowed at me.
Looks like it was time to go. I jumped from my barstool but didn’t get the chance to make a single step before his arm was around my waist, pulling me right up against his body. He smelled like alcohol, thanks to me, but even that was not enough to make him stop being attractive.
“This suit cost me over ten grand. How do you expect to pay me back?” His tone was serious, and he looked like he wanted to pop my head off.
Ten thousand dollars for a suit?!That’s insane! “I paid you back by teaching you some manners.”
“Your friends at home must find your humor irresistible.”
I smiled. “What? You don’t?” I didn’t have to look around to realize that everyone was staring at us. I could feel their eyes on me, and I knew it was because of the sexy man holding me, wet and irresistible. I started squirming to get away from him.
His arm tightened. “You are infuriating.”
“Sounds like you’re not used to meeting women who don’t fall onto their knees for you.”
He stared at me hard. “No, I don’t.”
“Let me go.”
“Oh, I’m hardly finished with you.”
Before I could ask what that was supposed to mean, he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. I fought at first, but the feeling of his tongue along my bottom lip wasenough to make me melt against him even if my mind was screaming at me to ‘get a grip’.
Seventy-two hours ago, I caught my boyfriend with my best friend.
And now I was making out with some stranger that I met in a bar.
And enjoying every damn minute of it.
Chapter four
Richie
“Dance with me,” I asked her, my hands still firmly planted on her waist. She was staring at my lips as if the only thing she could think about was kissing me again which filled me with a sense of pride and power.
I’d always been known to have this kind of effect on women, and the fact was that the one in front of me was no different…even though she’d tried to be. It made me feel as if I’d won some game that only the two of us were playing.
“No,” she finally answered, which came as a bit of a shock to me although I was sure not to let it show on my face.
“No?” I repeated. “And why not?”
“Because I don’t want to.”
I hugged her tighter to my body and pressed my lips against her ear, speaking low enough that only she could hear me. “See, that’s where I think you’re lying. I don’t think you’d want anything more than to be taken on that dance floor and dance with me, and you want to know what I think would make you even happier? The things I can do to you in private when all the dancing is over.”
Her breath hitched, and she opened her mouth to say something, however words seemed to fail her. Before she could break out of my spell, I was leaning down and kissing her once more, my lips insistent against hers, not that she seemed to mind in the slightest. Just like the first time, she became putty in my arms.
“Dance with me,” I said again when I pulled away.
This time she relented. “Yes.”
I didn’t give her time to change her mind or go back on her decision. I grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd of people onto the dance floor where everyone seemed to be having a good time and just letting loose.
