Billionaire's Revenge(18)

“8:30” His smooth tone saw her physically shiver, Sara scolding herself with the way his mere presence was affecting her. Giving an unsure half-smile she nodded softly aware that it was the weekend wondering if Darius Garelli always got up so early. “Y...you must have been up early”, she finally managed, feeling the need to fill the heavy silence which fell between them, seeing as his eyes slid over her bare shoulders, embarrassed as her nipples tightened with just his eyes on her body. His knowing smile made her want the ground to open up and swallow her whole as she flushed, turning from him.

Sitting down beside her, she felt panic rise, not at his presence but at the way her whole body started to tingle with expectation, jumping as his finger slid down her shoulder. “I wish that we had more time”, his voice sensual as his eyes slid down her a shiver running through Sara with the intensity of her desire for the man so close as he sat forward, his mouth finding hers in a soft kiss, his hand caressing her cheek before pulling back. “But...We don’t”

Sara’s eyes flicked open as she ran her tongue along her lips, tasting him once more, her eyes questioning. “Why?” Embarrassment flashed through her as she realised what she just said, how she must have sounded, her cheeks reddening. “I...I meant...what is happening?” Inwardly cringing, she saw the way he grinned. “I have a meeting in about thirty minutes and this evening we are returning to my house just outside of the city” “Y...your house?” Her voice took on a tinge of panic. “H...how far outside the city?” Darius surprised at the way she looked so wary.

With a smile he named the suburb on the outskirts, her eyes looking away as her brows furrowed in concentration before looking more relieved. “I...I guess that is fine...right side of the city...closer even”, she mused softly as he sat watching her. “Right side of the city for what?” his question asked gently as she bit her lip nervously. “I...I can’t say” Darius gave a deep sigh.

“Fine...but we are out of here at six - make sure you are ready. You will need more clothes, because as I said yesterday...I have no desire to see you wandering around dressed like a teenager, so Rachel is coming around in one hour...I have organised for a credit card to be made available for you, it should be delivered soon” Pushing her hair back nervously she felt uncomfortable. “I would rather not”, her voice more cold than she intended, more than just a little insulted by his comments though knowing that they were fair, her dress the previous day meant to put him off the thought of taking her to bed, as he gave a small chuckle.

“I like my women to look nice. Like them to feel special”, his head moved to nuzzle her neck as she froze, Sara flinching, suddenly feeling so dirty. “I am sure you do...but I am NOT one of your women. We both know that” His teeth nipped at her neck making her gasp with the jolt of desire that flashed through her before he stood giving her a smile. “Of course you are...last night proved that...even if you don’t want to accept it...maybe we can talk more about it later” Turning, she felt shame at the memory of how she had clung to him, touched him, wanted him.

“You are delusional Darius. I was there because you blackmailed me. I was making the best of a bad situation” He froze for a split second before giving a harder laugh, the sound setting her nerves on edge as he walked to the door. “Well I enjoyed your ‘best of a bad situation’ so think of the credit card as reward for services rendered” The door closing saw her fall back against the pillow, a small scream leaving her lips at his comment, the feeling of being dirty returning to her once more as she groaned with shame.

Darius moved down the corridor, his expression hardened as he stabbed at the elevator button. “Make the best of a bad situation” - who the hell did she think she was he fumed, as angry with himself as her. He had planned on humiliating her, making her believe that he intended to make her his mistress for two weeks. His real plan was for one evening only - to parade her before all those her mother and family held in such high esteem.

Stepping into the elevator, a small groan left him. What the hell happened? He wanted to see the look on her face as he forced her to dress up for him in the lingerie he picked out himself, to make her think that he intended to force her into his bed, then at the last moment to tell her to leave, to make her think that she was not good enough for him.#p#分页标题#e#

Cursing the memory of the way she kissed him when he took her into his arms sent a small tremor through him. She had not fought him as he believed she would but instead melted against him, his determination leaving with the need to possess her, to have her just as he had wanted her six years ago.