say?”
“You’ve done this a million times. I won’t make things awkward when we run into each other at parties or anything.”
He stared at her for several seconds before he tapped his shoe. “You’re not going to fight for me?”
She sneered. “I don’t try to keep men who want out.”
When he smiled broadly and began to laugh her hands clenched into fists. She wanted to throw a paperweight at his head but he had lawyers swarming around him. He could sue her and the boutique was doing so well…
“For a playboy you’re really rude,” she snapped.
He guffawed even louder.
“Are we done?” she said impatiently.
Chuckling, he came over to her and rested one hand on her thighs and kissed her. She tried to pull away but he pushed her down until she lay flat on her back on the couch and followed her down. She tugged off his tie and was half undressed when she remembered he was leaving her. She rolled off the couch and landed hard on her floor and glared at him as he stared at her from the couch.
“You can’t have sex with me if you’re moving onto someone else,” she spat at him and tried to close her which gaped open.
“You want me,” he pointed out, eyes heavy lidded.
She bared her teeth at him. “Not enough to let you screw me and someone else.”
When she started to get dressed he sat up quickly. “Let’s get something straight. I never said I found someone.”
She froze in the middle of buttoning up her shirt. “Yes you did. You said you don’t like me anymore.”
“I said I don’t like this,” he said and waved a hand around her apartment.
She scowled. “You don’t like my place?”
He sat up and ran his hands through his hair. “Everything with you is so damn complicated. I’m not talking about the apartment. I’m saying I don’t like coming over here for you or having to wait while my driver brings you to my place. I travel a lot and when I come back I want you waiting for me.”
She knew her mouth was hanging open a little. “Maybe you need a dog.”
He chuckled. “No. I definitely need you so that’s what I’m doing. I want you to move in with me.”
For a moment she thought an earthquake rocked the building but she realized it was just her legs shaking. Move in with him?
“I’ve never lived with anyone before,” she said faintly.
“Good. I know you’ll have to work sometimes but I want to know you’re coming back to our place. I don’t like not knowing where you are and-”
He continued to talk but she wasn’t listening. Mitchell Price, millionaire and playboy wanted her to move in with him? She hadn’t seen that coming. Was this normal behavior for him?
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she tried to say diplomatically.
He glared. “Why?”
“Because we barely know each other! You can’t just move girls in and out of your place. That’s gross.”
“For your information, I’ve never lived with a woman before!” he said, offended.
She gulped. “Why me?”
He got up and wrapped his arms around her. “Maybe because I’ve never felt like this before about anyone and I want you close by so no one else steals you away.”
She felt a tad breathless as his gaze swept over her face and settled on her lips.
“What do you say?”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she said faintly.
“You know I always get what I want, right?” he said and kissed her neck.
She dug her nails into his shoulders. “I’m not a model.”
He squeezed her ass. “I noticed.”
If she hadn’t heard the approval in his voice she would have kneed him in the crotch.
“I won’t do everything you want.”
“I like challenges.”
“If you’re done with me, let me know up front. Business is totally separate from this and when it ends, I promise to be civil.”
“Shut up, Grace,” he said and covered her mouth with his and dragged her to the floor.
“Grace?”
A hand shook her shoulder and she came awake with a start. She opened her
“You’ve done this a million times. I won’t make things awkward when we run into each other at parties or anything.”
He stared at her for several seconds before he tapped his shoe. “You’re not going to fight for me?”
She sneered. “I don’t try to keep men who want out.”
When he smiled broadly and began to laugh her hands clenched into fists. She wanted to throw a paperweight at his head but he had lawyers swarming around him. He could sue her and the boutique was doing so well…
“For a playboy you’re really rude,” she snapped.
He guffawed even louder.
“Are we done?” she said impatiently.
Chuckling, he came over to her and rested one hand on her thighs and kissed her. She tried to pull away but he pushed her down until she lay flat on her back on the couch and followed her down. She tugged off his tie and was half undressed when she remembered he was leaving her. She rolled off the couch and landed hard on her floor and glared at him as he stared at her from the couch.
“You can’t have sex with me if you’re moving onto someone else,” she spat at him and tried to close her which gaped open.
“You want me,” he pointed out, eyes heavy lidded.
She bared her teeth at him. “Not enough to let you screw me and someone else.”
When she started to get dressed he sat up quickly. “Let’s get something straight. I never said I found someone.”
She froze in the middle of buttoning up her shirt. “Yes you did. You said you don’t like me anymore.”
“I said I don’t like this,” he said and waved a hand around her apartment.
She scowled. “You don’t like my place?”
He sat up and ran his hands through his hair. “Everything with you is so damn complicated. I’m not talking about the apartment. I’m saying I don’t like coming over here for you or having to wait while my driver brings you to my place. I travel a lot and when I come back I want you waiting for me.”
She knew her mouth was hanging open a little. “Maybe you need a dog.”
He chuckled. “No. I definitely need you so that’s what I’m doing. I want you to move in with me.”
For a moment she thought an earthquake rocked the building but she realized it was just her legs shaking. Move in with him?
“I’ve never lived with anyone before,” she said faintly.
“Good. I know you’ll have to work sometimes but I want to know you’re coming back to our place. I don’t like not knowing where you are and-”
He continued to talk but she wasn’t listening. Mitchell Price, millionaire and playboy wanted her to move in with him? She hadn’t seen that coming. Was this normal behavior for him?
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she tried to say diplomatically.
He glared. “Why?”
“Because we barely know each other! You can’t just move girls in and out of your place. That’s gross.”
“For your information, I’ve never lived with a woman before!” he said, offended.
She gulped. “Why me?”
He got up and wrapped his arms around her. “Maybe because I’ve never felt like this before about anyone and I want you close by so no one else steals you away.”
She felt a tad breathless as his gaze swept over her face and settled on her lips.
“What do you say?”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she said faintly.
“You know I always get what I want, right?” he said and kissed her neck.
She dug her nails into his shoulders. “I’m not a model.”
He squeezed her ass. “I noticed.”
If she hadn’t heard the approval in his voice she would have kneed him in the crotch.
“I won’t do everything you want.”
“I like challenges.”
“If you’re done with me, let me know up front. Business is totally separate from this and when it ends, I promise to be civil.”
“Shut up, Grace,” he said and covered her mouth with his and dragged her to the floor.
“Grace?”
A hand shook her shoulder and she came awake with a start. She opened her
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