Page 16 of Playing Games with My Billionaire

He suddenly backed away from me, moments before I turned to him. I turned and he had a smug expression on his face, as if he knew what he had just done. He had deliberately riled me up. Everything I had felt seconds before dissipated, and I was reminded why I hated him. I felt like a plaything to him; he had come close to me expecting me to react the exact way I did.

He was playing games with me again. Arrggghhh!

"You haven't told me what you're cooking," he said.

"I don't remember you being on the list of people I make meals for," I snapped at him.

"Well, I’m not, but I’m still curious," he retorted ever so quietly into my ear.

I felt the ground underneath my feet turn to quicksand. I was sinking and there was no one to help me.

I want this man so much!

I erupted in self-defense. I brandished the knife I was using, “Don't mess with a woman who's got a knife in her hand!”

“Okay, okay. I’ll eat out tonight, then, but please put me on the dinner list for the rest of my stay, Miss Innkeeper,” and he backed out of the kitchen.

Well, one battle won.

How did it get to this point, woman?

All my strength was gone. I could barely stand on my own. The worst part of it all was the smug expression he still had. I don't know if he found my misery funny, or if he was just built that way.

You let this happen. You should have left him and gone to bed that night.

The night we had sex would haunt me.

Forever …

The tears almost rolled, but I fought to keep my last shred of dignity. I wasn't going to let him see that he broke me. He didn't deserve any tears from me.

I turned back to the veggies I had been slicing.

I just wanted him out of my beloved, failing lodge. Out of my life. I regretted the moment he walked into the Lodge asking for a room.

What a hypocrite you are, girl!

Chapter 9

Trev

Ihadnoideawhy I did that. I was passing by the kitchen when I saw her making dinner. She looked curvy, sexy, feminine, soft … gorgeous from behind.

From the front. From every which way.

I wanted to get up close to her, and I did.

The moment I had breathed in her hair and felt her buttocks against me, I wanted her more than anything else. I immediately backed away only to save myself from doing something that I’d end up regretting. I was drawn to her, no denying that. She made me feel good again, made me want again.

I wanted her in ways I've never wanted anyone before.

And not just sex. Admit it.

I saw in her eyes that she was mad at me about the internet thing. Even so, I felt like I could look at her for hours and not get bored.

It was our first time talking after she had come to my door, and once again, it didn't last very long as she turned away from me and focused on her cooking. I was teasing her to get a response from her, but she wasn't giving me any.

You riled her up well and good. You got your damned internet for all the good it’s doing you. Now let her be.

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