Alpha Billionaire(10)

“My dance.” I watched as he loosened his tie.

“On the bed?”

“Do you have a problem with that?”

“It’s hard to dance on the bed.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

“You have a nice house.”

“You didn’t come to talk about the house.”

“What do you want me to do for fifty grand?” I spat out and shivered as I walked towards the bed. Grant was lying there with the top two buttons of his shirt undone and a glossy look in his eyes.

“You can do whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” I stopped. “What if I don’t want to do anything?”

“Then you don’t have to.” He sat up slightly and waved me forward. “Is that what you want?”

“I don’t know.” I sighed, embarrassed that I was slightly turned on by him. I didn’t even know him. He was a stranger, yet, my body was craving his touch.

“Too many people worry about what a society that they don’t know will think of them before they do anything. Why are you arguing with your body? Why are you distrusting your base instincts?”

“You don’t know what my body is thinking.”

“I knew the moment you sat on my lap. I knew the second you agreed to come to my home.” He stepped off of the bed and walked towards me, his fingers deftly undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt. “I knew the moment you popped out of the cake.”

“What did you know?”

“I knew that I wanted you.” He pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the ground. I stared at his chest in amazement. It was as perfectly sculpted as I’d expected it to be, but the scar running down the side of his chest surprised me.

“Where did you get that?” I pointed at the scar and he ignored me. Instead of answering me he turned away and walked to his closet. I watched as he pulled out a thick silver chain.

“What are you doing?” I gasped as he wrapped the chain around his chest and arm.

“I like the feeling of the metal against my skin. It reminds me of my strength.” He turned towards me as he pulled the metal along his body.

His muscles bulged with the strength of a hundred men as he gazed at me with soulless eyes. I swallowed as I stared at the thick steel chains slithering across his skin like a snake. There was something so sensual in the movement and I couldn't move my eyes away from his chest.

“What are you going to do?” I whispered as he moved towards me like a panther tracking down its prey.

“Whatever you want me to do.”

“What if I don't want you to do anything?”

“Then we might have a problem.”

“Then we might have a problem.” I repeated as he stopped in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine as he continued moving the chain across his skin.

“Are you scared?”

“What do you think?” My eyes widened as my voice cracked. I took a deep breath. “I’m going to kill Hailey.”

“Who?” He frowned.

“My best friend. I was working for her.” I closed my eyes to avoid his intense gaze as my body shivered. “I would have been at home watching TV right now if it wasn’t for her.” My eyes popped open as his fingers touched my arm.

“What makes you so mad?” He said gently. “The fact that you took the job or the fact that you’re here?”

“The fact that I’m standing in front of a stranger with a big silver chain.” I gulped and licked my lips slowly.

“And does that make you mad or turned on?”

“What are you? A bloody professor or something? What’s with all the questions?”

“Why are you repressing your sexuality?”

“What?” My jaw dropped as I stared at him, my face heating up.

“Why can’t you celebrate being here with me? I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Let me just give you the lap dance and go.” I bit down on my lower lip. “You can keep the five grand. I think I might have given you the wrong impression of me.”

“Oh, why’s that?”

“I think you are under the impression that I want to be with you in a way that I don’t.” I mumbled as I stared at his bulging biceps. Shit, he was so cut and built. I’d never seen a man as muscular and fit as him before. I wanted to reach out and touch his muscle to see if it was as rock hard as it looked.

“I see.” He took a step back. “That’s disappointing then.”

“I suppose.” I shrugged and turned away, feeling bereft and alone. Part of me wanted him to beg me to give him a chance. Part of me wanted him to stare at me with lust and desire so profound that I wouldn’t be able to say no. Deep inside, I didn’t want to say no.