Page 32 of Dating the Billionaire
“Damn right I am,” he said from the other room. “You’re a scary woman.”
The smile slid away from her face. Blair was a scared woman. More scared than she could remember being in a long time. If she wasn’t so afraid, she would have told him the truth—about everything.
But she didn’t want this night to end. Not yet.
But it wasn’t just the sex she wanted. She wanted another evening out like the one they’d had that first night. She wanted the glimpse into his life—with his family, with his friends, and she wanted the fun of having dinner with him, of dancing with him...
Then, after the appetizers, she wanted to come back here for the main course. For him.
“We need to leave,” he told her.
She cleaned up quickly in the bathroom and tugged the sheath of red silk over her head. The dress was simple but beautiful. She stepped out of the bathroom into the living area. His back was to her, as he stood at the windows staring out at the lights of the beautiful city. But he must have caught her reflection in the glass because he turned.
“Damn.” The curse slipped out of his lips as his mouth dropped open. “You’re stunning.”
“It’s the dress,” she said. “Thank you for borrowing this for me.” Wasn’t that the way it worked with celebrities? Designers lent them dresses for their special events in order to market their designs.
“It’s yours to keep,” he told her.
She shook her head. She had already felt like an escort the first time she’d met him at his hotel suite. Now she was beginning to feel like a mistress. “I told you I don’t want your money,” she reminded him.
“I didn’t buy it,” he assured her.
“But still...” He’d received it somehow, as repayment for something he’d done—not her. She shook her head again. “I can’t accept this.”
“You can’t return it,” he told her. “You would insult the designer.” He held out a box to her.
It was square and too big to hold jewelry. But still it was another gift she didn’t want to accept. “What’s this?”
“Open it.”
“I don’t want you to give me things,” she insisted.
“It’s not from me,” he said. “And we don’t have time to argue. Open the damn box.”
With a sigh, she lifted the lid from the box and found a pair of gold shoes inside that glittered as brightly as jewels. Her breath shuddered out. “They’re beautiful. And you shouldn’t have done this...any of this.”
He shrugged. “They are gifts, not from me but from the designer. And to show your appreciation, we should get to his show before it starts.” But he stepped closer to her and trailed his fingertips down her bare arm. “You are so damn tempting, though.”
She wanted to go back to bed, too, wanted to continue to enjoy him as long as she could—before reality and her fears intruded on their intimacy. “It would be rude to be late,” she said, trying to convince herself more than she was him. The designer had sent the gifts.
Teo uttered a groan of frustration before sighing. “Then we should get the hell out of here before we give in to temptation.”
“Agreed,” she said. She stepped into the shoes and rushed to the door. Before she could pull it open, a hand slapped against the wood above her head, holding it shut. And a body, long and hard, pressed against the back of hers. She moaned as his erection prodded her.
“I just remembered you don’t have any underwear,” he said.
Because he’d ripped hers.
“You didn’t think to ask the designer to send some of those,” she said.
“I didn’t want him to,” he admitted. “Because I wanted to be able to do this anytime I wanted.” He slid his free hand under her dress, between her thighs, and stroked his fingers over her.
She moaned again and pushed against him, and his fingers slid inside her.
“You’re so hot,” he said. “So ready...”
So on edge that she was nearly coming already.
