Page 31 of Dating the Billionaire
CHAPTER TEN
“YOU’RESTILLHERE,” a deep voice murmured as lips skimmed across her cheek, which was a little sore yet from that damn glue. “You didn’t sneak out again.”
“I can’t move,” Blair admitted. Not after everything they’d just done to each other. Her muscles must have melted away because she couldn’t feel them anymore, or her bones...nothing but his lips.
Then teeth lightly nipped her shoulder. “You need to move,” he said. “You have to get dressed.”
So content and ready to sleep, she had to pry open one eye so that she could peer up at his handsome face as he leaned over her. “You’re kicking me out?” she asked. “Is this some kind of payback?”
Maybe he was angrier with her than he’d seemed over her not returning his messages. Maybe she’d hurt his ego too much, but she hadn’t thought that he was that arrogant even though he had every reason to be. He was handsome, successful and an incredible lover. And she’d been insane to ignore his messages the past couple of weeks.
“You deserve it,” he said, “for depriving us ofthatthe past couple of weeks.”
“Agreed,” she murmured. Sex with him was beyond anything she had ever experienced before. He brought her so damn much pleasure and so easily. He was so unbelievably handsome that just looking at him nearly made her come.
Her heart began to thump with the fear she’d felt over seeing him again. She’d wanted him, but if he knew who she really was and what she did, he wouldn’t want her. Maybe he had figured it out and that was why he was tossing her out. He couldn’t support who she really was and what she did, not just for a living but for her life. Flying had always been her first love.
Apparently it would be her only love, though. Because she couldn’t fall for someone who didn’t understand how important being a pilot was to her. She couldn’t change who she was to try to please someone else—like her mother had spent so damn much of her life doing.
That had been so painful and sad to watch as her mother had become more and more of a shell of the woman she’d once been, a woman who had had dreams of college and law school until she’d fallen in love with a selfish man.
Teo wasn’t a selfish man, though. At least not in bed...
He’d given her so much pleasure. She’d wondered if she’d imagined how great it had been between them. But it had been even better than she’d remembered; he had been even better.
Hadn’t it been as good for him? Was that why he wanted to get rid of her now?
Light flooded the room, momentarily blinding her.
She groaned in protest but forced both eyes fully open to stare at him. He was wearing the tuxedo again. “I take it you don’t rent that thing,” she murmured.
“It’s mine,” he said. “And this is yours.” He tossed a garment at her. “I just had it delivered to the suite.”
She picked up the swatch of red silk and stared at it. The label stared back. “This is designer...”
“Yes,” he said. “We’re going to a fashion show.”
“That’s why you needed a date,” she mused. “So you bought this dress for whoever showed up at your door?”
He chuckled. “In your size?”
Suddenly suspicious, she narrowed her eyes and studied his handsome face. “Did you and Miranda set me up?”
She’d thought she’d coerced her friend into sending her in place of the other date Teo had requested. But maybe it had been their plan all along and the reason for Miranda’s call in the first place.
He shook his head. “I don’t play games. After you fell asleep on me...”
Heat rushed into her face. After riding him into an insanely intense orgasm, she had literally collapsed on top of him—exhausted from her sleepless nights and from the exertion of having crazy-hot sex with him.
He continued, “I called up the designer and had him send over this dress for you.”
“Of course you did...”
And of course the designer had immediately complied—because every time she’d been with him, everyone fawned all over the Italian billionaire. No one dared to deny Matteo Rinaldi what he wanted except her. She’d denied him the male pilot he’d requested. She’d denied his wish for honesty and no games. A twinge of guilt struck her, and she considered telling him the truth now. But a rush of fear followed her guilt over how he would react, how angry he might be. And he was obviously in a hurry.
He’d probably sponsored the show or financed the fashion house. So he shouldn’t be late. She forced herself to roll out of the tangled sheets. But when she stood up, naked, beside the bed, he uttered a deep groan. His eyes, usually that warm chocolate brown, turned black as his pupils dilated. His nostrils flared, and a vein stood out on his forehead and another on his neck as his pulse pounded. Feeling a feminine power she rarely remembered she had, she smiled and reached for him, but he stepped back and shook his head. Then, cursing, he turned and rushed out of the bedroom.
“Chicken!” she called after him, teasing him, with a few clucking noises.
