Billionaire Bad Boys of Romance 2(90)

I’d never come like that. I didn’t know it could feel that way.

“You are exquisite,” he said a few minutes later. He straightened, but only after giving me a sweet kiss on the chin. He grasped the base of his cock, holding the used condom in place and pulled out.

My first instinct was to cover myself.

My second, to throw on my clothes, go home and cry myself to sleep.

Yes, that had been the most intense sex of my life. But now that my head was clearing, I was becoming more and more confused.

Confusion quickly morphed into regret.

I’d made a mistake. A huge mistake.

Oh God, how was I going to sit there and watch him fall in love with someone else? How?

You have to get your head together.

I needed to leave.

My hands were shaking as I reached for my clothes. Fortunately, Tevin had his back to me. He was loping toward the bathroom, the used condom pinched between his fingers and thumb. He didn’t see my shaking hands.

By the time he returned, I had my bra, panties and skirt back on, and I was working on my top.

Still completely nude, and clearly comfortable with it, he sat beside me. “You’re getting dressed.”

“I…should go.” I tried to look him in the eye, but I couldn’t. I was so conflicted and upset with myself for what I’d done.

“Daryl.” He cupped my chin and lifted it. “Look at me.”

It took at least a minute for me to work up the strength to meet his gaze. “What?”

“What’s wrong?”

I forced a smile, or what I hoped would pass as a smile. “Nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. Tell me.”

I shook my head. My eyes were burning. So was my nose. Oh God, I was going to cry.

Hold it together. With Tevin looking on, waiting patiently for me to pull myself together, I took a few deep breaths.

“Daryl. Wow. Can’t say this has ever happened before. If you think I bring girls out here to screw all the time—“

“That’s not it.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“The problem is my job is to set you up with the woman of your dreams. How the hell am I going to do that now? After…after this? I don’t have casual sex. I don’t just screw for the sake of screwing.” I was doing it, holding back the tears. But barely. “Do you see now why I didn’t want to go out with you? Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“I would like to go home.”

“I’m sorry if I pushed you into doing something—“

“You didn’t push me. You didn’t have to. But that doesn’t mean this is going to be any easier. Honestly, it makes it worse. Because I don’t want to be your matchmaker. I don’t want you to find someone else you like better.” I covered my face and gritted my teeth. “Shitshitshit.”

“I think we should talk this out—“

“No. No more talking. It won’t do any good. Just take me home.”

His sigh was audible. Clearly he didn’t agree with me, that I should leave. “Okay. If that’s what you want, I’ll take you home right now. But we are going to talk about this later. I’ll call you. We’ll figure it out.”

“There’s nothing to figure out. You’re a client of Premier. I am an employee assigned to you. My job is to help you find your perfect match. If I can’t do that, then…well…”

“We talk about it later.”

“Don’t call me. Please, Tevin. I can see you’re trying to be nice about this, but the truth is you’re making things worse. The bottom line is I think you owe it to me to stop the games and let me out of our arrangement. You know I need my job. And you know I like you a lot more than I should. I’m telling you, I’ll lose my job if my boss finds out what I’ve been doing. And I’m this close to telling her because it’s tearing me up inside, thinking about sitting through another fucking mixer and watching those other women drool all over you.”

“Okay. Fair enough. You don’t have to go on any more dates. I’m sorry. I never meant for things to get so out of hand. I just…wanted to spend time with you.”

As he drove me home, his words echoed in my head, over and over. I just wanted to spend time with you. When my head finally cleared, hours later, I realized he’d sounded as torn and conflicted and confused as me.

What the hell were we doing to each other? To ourselves?





Chapter 7

It took me roughly forty minutes for the truth to sink in. Forty minutes and dozens of phone calls.

Nobody was coming. Not one girl. Not even Clark, Katarina’s friend, who I had worked so hard to sign for this event. She’d been absolutely perfect for Tevin. Beautiful. Down to earth. Smart. Educated. And she didn’t care at all about money—which was why she’d been so perfect for him. While I’d secretly hated her a little for being so freaking perfect for Tevin, I had felt pretty good about finding such a wonderful match for him. Tonight he was supposed to be meeting his dream girl.