Crash (Billionaire New Adult Romance)(10)

"Natalie, I'm trying to say that we are very alike. You turned me down and that intrigued me."

The fact that I could have anything in common with a billionaire was  absurd, and yet William wasn't the polished, put together person I  would've expected from the Pardini family.

My arms had dark imprints where he grabbed me. He sat back in his chair and let that sink into my head.

"So is that what this is about? The chase? After one night with me, you'll be done."

William stood up from the table with a serene expression on his face and  I wondered if I offended him. "I don't think I'd want just one night  from you."

The sincerity in his voice took me by surprise. My heart thumped loudly  in my ears as he swept around the table with a smile that made me feel  like I was prey. Did I want him? Hell yes. No, he wasn't a long-term  solution to my loneliness, but he would make me feel good. Will pulled  out a chair and sat too close to me. I was close enough to see the  stubble on his chin.

His hand slid across my shoulder to brush my hair from my neck and I  shuddered as if his hand slid up my naked thigh. His deep chuckle sent  goose bumps over my skin.

"Are you afraid of me? Is that it? Or are you afraid of letting go?"

Both. Maybe he just wanted someone to fuck on the trip. Did it matter? My spirits sank. I don't want to be used as a toy.

What demons are you hiding? Luke's dire warning against Will echoed in my head.

I wanted to say something to stop the inevitable. I knew that if I  looked at him, I would kiss him. "Luke warned me about you," I said to  his chin. "He said you had done something terrible."

All the color drained from his face as he pulled away from me and sat up straight, staring across the table. "He told you?"

He looked like he had been stabbed. He almost looked dead, but his lips  moved and a humorless laugh left his throat. "You must despise me."

Waves of shock obliterated everything. My heart rammed hard against my  ribs. I expected rage against Luke, or petty insults, but not guilt. He  couldn't even look at me.

Whatever it was, Will felt horrible about it and I never should have  brought it up. I regretted it instantly, hating that empty look on his  face. He stood up shakily and looked at the door.

"Will, he didn't tell me anything. I just wanted to know what happened."

Within an instant, his demeanor shifted. He whirled around and shot me a  dark, electric look. Disgust wrinkled his nose as he looked down at me.  "What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you bring that up?"

I shrank into my chair. "I'm sorry-it's just-he mentioned something and I  was concerned. If I'm going on a trip with someone, I think I deserve  to know if I'll be safe around them."

The dark-haired man looked like he was on the verge of exploding. He  wavered a bit on his feet, looking like he wanted to throw something,  before dropping into his chair. His head fell into his hands and I heard  him draw a deep breath.         

     



 

What the fuck? What the hell do I do now? He was still breathing heavily  with his face in his hands. He glanced up to give me a frightened look  and he clutched his chest, gritting his teeth.

"Fuck," he managed to spit out.

Holy crap. My heart bulged in my throat as I thought of what to do. He  looked like he was having some sort of mental breakdown; he looked  completely insane. No, he's not crazy. He reminded me a lot of Jessica  when she was having her panic attacks.

"Just breathe," I whispered to him. My hand twitched as I meant to let  it fall on his head, but I was afraid to touch him. I grabbed his  shoulder instead and squeezed through his thick suit.

I had no idea what was going through his mind, but I recognized the  signs. God, all those times when Jessica would have panic attacks, and  of course she had no health insurance so we could never call the  ambulance. It always scared the shit out of me.

Gradually, his breathing slowed and he was able to look at me. "Will you do it?"

I gaped at him. How could he ask me that when I just pissed him off?  That's why he wants me there. He needs someone to watch over him, to  calm him down when he's having his panic attacks. It has nothing to do  with sex. I felt terrible for how I judged him.

"Will-"

"No," he growled suddenly. "Don't ask me."

I nodded, understanding. Jessica couldn't talk about her problems  either. It took her years. "Will I be safe around you? I mean-this is  not; I'm not trained for this sort of thing. If you're using this  graphic designer thing just as an excuse-"

"I'm not," he said in a pained voice. "I just need someone to travel with me. You'll be safe, I promise."

He stood up suddenly with his hands balled at his sides.

Christ, he practically begged me. I knew that he was embarrassed and my heart flew out to him.

"Just let me know."

"Will, wait!"

He was in a hurry to leave but I caught up to him and he turned around  with a resigned look on his face. I can't let him leave like this. I  just wanted him to know that it was okay, that I understood. I wanted to  do for him what he had done for me at the restaurant. Suddenly, my  hands were around his tie and I was yanking his body forward. His head  dipped down and his dark eyes widened; my head lifted and that heat I so  desperately sought was mine.

What the hell am I doing?

He kissed back hard, his lips bruising against mine. The hunger inside  me swallowed him in. His hand swept up the thin fabric of my blouse and  grabbed my breast. I gasped into his mouth. His frantic breaths matched  mine. I was paralyzed for a moment, seduced by the delicate stroke of  his fingers, his lips claiming me as though I belonged to him. My body  shivered as I palmed his chest, wanting so badly to run my hands over  every crevasse and that gorgeous dent under his throat.

When we broke apart, Will had that blazing look on his face and he stared at the table as if it would make a good bed.

My heart was hammering hard enough to make me feel dizzy. And we were only kissing.

I pushed against his chest. "Will, we're in an office."

"You started it."

"I'll do it," I blurted as he swept down to kiss me again. I guess I'm going to Europe.

"That's great," he said with less enthusiasm than I expected. "We can talk about it over lunch, if you want."

"Right now?"

He nodded.

I bit my lip hard. I have to see Ben after this. Will looked at me  impassively without a smile, probably still upset over-whatever the hell  it was that bothered him. It was alarming how fast his moods could  change. As much as he intrigued me, he scared me. I wasn't sure if I  wanted someone that damaged in my life. Do I want all of that baggage? I  thought almost longingly of Ben, who had his problems, but at least he  was free of drama.

Then why did you kiss him?

"I can't. I have to see Ben after this."

A black look shrouded his face. "You're going to go back to that loser?"

The insult set off something inside me. It was like he was talking  directly to the dark corner of my mind that I tried to pretend didn't  exist. "You don't even know him!" I shouted. "What is your problem?"

"Wow, that touched a nerve, didn't it? I'm not the one getting upset."

Piece of shit. Suddenly, I hated everything about him. Everything from  his expensive suit to his handsome face and gloating smile

"What do you care if I get back together with him? It's none of your business."

His face flushed. "Then why the fuck did you just kiss me?"         

     



 

It was my turn to be embarrassed. "'Cause I-I don't know."

The stab of hurt on Will's face was visible only for a second. Then he lashed out like a viper.

"It's pathetic that you'd go back to a man who treated you so badly. I  know what he did," his eyes bored into me. "You just want a man who  makes you feel safe and warm, no matter how boring he is."

He poisoned me with his words. I hung my mouth open stupidly. How could he know all that? Luke must have told him everything.

"You're starting to bore me." He let it hang in the air for a few  seconds, calm detachment all over his face. "I'll call you later with  the details."

Then he left the room. I stood there, stunned, still staring at the same spot on the wall. You're starting to bore me.

It shouldn't hurt so badly, but it did. That comment hurt more than  Ben's transgressions ever did. My shoulders shook and the tears cascaded  down my face.

Am I boring? I would rather be described as an evil bitch. Anything was better than having no mark on the world.





No, I'm weak, I thought as I hugged Ben at the cafe and allowed him to  steer me to a table. Seeing him for the first time in months didn't  exactly evoke the feelings I thought they would. There was nervousness,  of course, but mostly my head was still pounding over what Will said. I  was pissed that he hit the nail on the head on the head over Ben and I.  It made me so angry that I wanted to throw myself into Ben's arms, but  doing that would give Will satisfaction in knowing that he was right.