Page 21 of Dating the Rebel
Because it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted more.
“Oh, that’s just Grant being grumpy,” Blair said into the phone.
“Grumpy,” he murmured; his voice so gruff that it sounded like a growl even to him. Yeah, he was grumpy. He was frustrated...with her damn friend.
Blair finally glanced up from her call to look at him and ask, “What? Did you lose a game?”
Suspicious, he narrowed his eyes and studied her face. What did she know? Had Miranda called her and bragged that she’d beaten him at his own game? He’d been playing a game with Miranda, trying to manipulate her into doing what he’d wanted. But he’d been so consumed with passion for her that he had completely forgotten about his mission. For Blair...
“If you did lose, Teo wants a rematch,” Blair continued.
He glared at her.
And she giggled. Until Teo, it had been years since he’d heard his sister sound so happy and carefree.
Blair seemed to forget him again as she refocused on her call and her caller. “I saw the interview you did,” she said. “You didn’t have to mention me at all.” Her face flushed, and her eyes sparkled at whatever her Italian billionaire said in the ear she had pressed against the cell phone. “I love you, too.”
Grant groaned again—not over his sister’s happiness but over his failure to make sure it was protected, that she was protected. He’d been such an idiot.
Blair giggled again and said, “Teo wants to know if you’re jealous.”
“Of what?” Grant asked. “Of your sickening display of emotion?”
“I can’t say that to my brother!” Blair exclaimed into the cell. Then she held it away from her ear and clicked the speaker button.
Teo’s voice emanated from the cell. “Sounds like somebody needs to get laid.”
Grant had been laid—more than once. And it had been the best sex of his life, which said a hell of a lot to Grant. But even though he’d had the most mind-blowing orgasms he’d ever had, his body was all tense and needy again. Needy for Miranda Fox.
“Fuck you,” he called out to Teo.
The other man’s chuckle rumbled out of the speaker. “I’m taken.”
He was. And from what he’d overheard outside Miranda’s office, that and that interview was becoming a problem with her sisters and her business.
He needed to make sure that didn’t become a problem for Blair. That Miranda didn’t become a problem for Blair and her billionaire...like she had for every other boyfriend Blair had had.
“See you soon,” Blair said before finally ending her call. Then—unfortunately—she focused all her attention on Grant. “What happened to you? You look like hell.”
Her friend had happened to him. But she didn’t seem to know. Maybe Miranda hadn’t called her.
Maybe they didn’t share everything...
“I see that you filed a flight plan to Monaco and then Ibiza,” she said.
A twinge of unease passed through his heart. Had she checked it or had Miranda told her that?
“I didn’t realize you were keeping track of me,” he said.
“I was tracking down the plane you took,” she said. “To see when you’d be bringing it back.” She smiled. “I was hoping to use it.”
At least she hadn’t called him. If she had heard Miranda’s voice...
“I didn’t think I’d have it that long,” he admitted. His plan had been to issue a quick warning to Miranda not to mess with Blair’s happiness, but then...
“My plan changed,” he continued.
“While you were gambling in Monaco, you heard about a game on Ibiza,” she said, as if she knew him so well.
