Billionaire's Revenge(4)
Gasping in indignation, she took a quick step back, her heel catching on the hem of her skirt as she lost her balance, his hands shooting out to grab her shoulders, keeping her from falling. As she once more regained her balance, he continued to hold her, his thumb now gently stroking the soft flesh, Sara’s mouth suddenly so dry. Standing, he towered over her, his eyes dropped to her cleavage. Trying to pull her arms from him she felt the heat of panic rising from her belly.
“Th...Thank you. I’m fine now” She tried to pull her arms from his hold, Darius’ fingers only digging harder into her soft flesh, a wolfish smile lighting his features. “Yes...I might very well be interested in that kind of persuasion”, he murmured softly. A loud gasp left her as he hauled her harder up against him. Sara only just managed to bring her arms between them, her fingers feeling the hardness of his chest, praying that he would not feel the way her heart was beating furiously within her breasts, their bodies tight together.
“Stop this”, she hissed at him, her voice quivering with fear, the fear of her own reaction being so close to him was rising within her. She felt as his head dipped his nose and mouth trailing along the long naked curve of her neck. Sara again wishing that she had not allowed herself to be talked into having her long blonde hair piled high on her head, longing for its protection as tremors made her whole body shake, the small pulse on her throat beating alarmingly.
His small laugh against her skin only made the trembling worse, as she stared helplessly at the ceiling, her hands trying to push herself from him, desperation setting in. Then just as suddenly as he grabbed her, she was free as he pushed her from him, once more stepping back and nonchalantly leaning against the desk. His eyes surveyed the reaction of the woman before him, a small smile of satisfaction lighting the corners of his handsome mouth. “Same old Sara Balfour, cold heartless bitch. Every bit her daddy’s girl”
Sara fought hard to stop the hot tears which stung the back of her eyes from spilling over her eyelids. She was nothing like her father. Her whole life she had been his constant disappointment. To him she had not been as pretty as Angela, or as sociable. She did not have all of the right boys rushing to their doorstep with marriage proposals. Her determination not to give up on her dream of university to work in the company was a decision her father sneered at, his derision of her no secret. To be likened to the detestable man she grew up with hurt, but dropping her eyes she fought to hide her pain from the man before her. Needing to gain more control, she finally allowed her look to become harder and once more in charge of her emotions, she lifted her eyes to his.
“Thank you”, she bit out, her tone full of challenge, seeing as his eyes flashed dangerously. She instinctively knew that he meant to move back towards her just as the intercom sounded, the voice on the other end stalling him. “Sir the ambassador is about to leave” She saw as his look flew from her to the intercom, a frown creasing his forehead as he swore softly under his breath before his hardened look once more rested on her, his tone demanding and arrogant. “I have something to deal with. Wait here”
Standing, he then made to move to the door as Sara turned abruptly, her eyes flashing with anger. “I am not some little lap dog for you to order about. You have already kept me waiting here for an hour. There seems very little point in my waiting here for you to enjoy humiliating me” Darius stopped short of the door, slowly turning to face her. No more was there any humour in his voice as he responded so coldly, “You have no idea what real humiliation is Miss Balfour. Your whole life you have been cosseted and spoiled, but if you don’t want your sister to be sitting in a jail cell by this time tomorrow night then you will damn well will do as I tell you”, his eyes boring into hers, “Is that very clear?”
Unable to speak, her knees suddenly trembling, she nodded, her mouth closed as she stared back with hurt and fear filling her beautiful blue eyes. With that Darius once more turned, pulling the door open and slamming it shut behind him.
As the echoing ‘bang’ of the door closing receded she dropped into the chair, her whole body shaking as the tears slid down her soft cheeks.
There was no real love between herself and Angela; however her sister’s son David was the apple of her eye. He had already lost one parent and to lose another would be devastating. She knew that she would do whatever he wanted to keep her sister from prison and also to avoid their family’s situation becoming so public, knowing that her link to the inevitable scandal would be devastating. With a sad curl of her lip she again wondered why her sister had been so stupid. Why had she countersigned the loans her husband made in the company’s name? With Nick gone the only other person to be blamed would be Angela, Sara giving a soft groan. For David’s sake and her own, she knew that she would do whatever was needed.#p#分页标题#e#