Her Lion Billionaire(4)

"You are spying on me!" She tried to steal the folder again.

Daniel couldn't help himself any longer.

He grabbed her gloved hand and pulled her to him. She lost her balance,  landing straight on his chest. Daniel lifted her chin up and kissed her  mouth.

She froze.

He was shocked. The moment their lips touched, an electric thrill ran  through his veins. His primal desire awakened and demanded to be  released. The arousal hit him so fast his head spun. A moan escaped his  throat.   





 

Charlotte tried to push him away, but he wouldn't let her off that  easily. His cock tented in his expensive tailored trousers. It was so  hard it hurt. He pinned her against the seat, kissing her until she  looked about to faint.

Daniel released her.

He locked his gaze on her.

For a long moment, Daniel couldn't find his voice. Her scent. The  sweetness of her lips drove him insane. The beastly part of him wanted  more.

To mark her.

To claim her.

Triumph swelled in his heart. He'd kissed plenty of women in his life, but no one had ever made him like this.

No one.

The wild urge unmasked his façade leaving him in his primal state.

"Now, do you still want to deny the bond between us, Charlotte? The  chemistry between us?" He called her by her first name as he leaned  closer and whispered into her ear. "If kissing makes us like this, just  imagine when we share the ultimate intimacy."

Charlotte stared at him wide-eyed.

"You're mine, Charlotte."

He vowed to claim her and make her understand that she belonged to him.

Very soon.





Chapter Three





It was her first kiss. And the kiss had messed up her head. Badly.

Oh God and everything Holy, Charlotte was dazed in her seat. Who would  have thought a simple human intimacy like this could affect her in such a  way? Blood rushed into her head, making her lightheaded. Her heart beat  fast. A shimmery tingle buzzed on the tips of her fingers. Her cheeks  were hot. Her head felt hot. Her whole body was hot.

All because of a simple kiss.

To her surprise, her anger vanished, and she was left with a giddy, bubbly feeling, like a schoolgirl with a crush.

What was this?

The feeling was alien to her but not entirely unwelcome.

Do I like this man? Just like that because he stole a kiss from me?

Her resolute attitude began to change. Perhaps she really was missing  something in her life, an important part of being human. To have someone  to love. Someone to share her life with. She didn't care about his  wealth or his good looks. Something inside her awakened. After all these  years, she finally craved affection. Daniel had introduced her to it.  And now, she wanted more.

The Mercedes slowed to a halt on the northwest corner of seventy-second  Street. Charlotte's jaw dropped slightly. She shouldn't be surprised  that Daniel lived in a place like this. His residence was in the Dakota  Building. To own a pad this fancy, one had to shell out millions of  dollars-real money, not the Monopoly ones. She read somewhere that John  Lennon had made this place his home too back in the late seventies.

A white-gloved doorman opened the door for them. Daniel got out and offered his hand to Charlotte.

"We're here."

Unconsciously, she extended her hand to him, then retracted it midway.

Daniel caught it and flashed his pearly white smile. "Don't be a stranger to me. Not now, not ever."

Charlotte climbed out of the Mercedes feeling out of place immediately.  They took the elevator to Daniel's tenth-floor apartment. High ceilings  and tall windows greeted her as soon as she stepped into the apartment.

A beautiful blonde with a willowy figure slowly stalked toward them. She  appeared to be in her early thirties. Her body was wrapped in a black  silk dress, showcasing her apparent silicon-augmented breasts. She bore a  semblance to Daniel. Golden eyes. High cheekbones. Distinct nose  bridge.

The blonde opened her mouth and a deep silky voice greeted them. "Well, well, look what we have here. Danny's new friend."

Daniel introduced them. "Charlotte, this is my sister, Anika. Anika,  this is the special girl I've told you about-Charlotte Winters."

"Charmed. Pardon me if I don't offer you a handshake. Danny told me you don't like to be touched."

"Uhm. Yes. I'm sorry. I'm a bit OCD."

"Duly noted." She spread her hand, flashing perfectly manicured fingers. "Do, please make yourself at home."

They went in. Charlotte couldn't help goggling around.

Daniel stopped and spoke to Charlotte. "Anika will show you to your room, where you can freshen yourself-"

"Why would I need my own room? I thought we were just going to talk?"

"Indeed. Over dinner. You must forgive me, but I'd like to change into  something more comfortable first." He paused, examining her. Naughty  twinkles shone in his eyes. "What's wrong? Do you not want to be alone?  Do you prefer to use the bathroom in my bedroom?"

Charlotte flushed "No, thank you."

"She's shy, isn't she?" Anika was bemused.

"She is," Daniel agreed. "Dinner will be served at six." He inclined his  head and turned around, sauntering toward the grand staircase.   





 

"Come." Anika motioned to Charlotte. "I'll show you to the guestroom."

She had no choice but to follow Daniel's sister. They walked through a  high-ceilinged corridor where the heels of their shoes echoed on the  prized Italian marble.

The guestroom was elegantly furnished along modern lines with an Asian  flair. Dark granite floors were paired with pale walls and shoji-style  screens. The windows were framed with old timber like temples in Kyoto.

"The bathroom is in here, and everything in this closet is yours. My  personal shopper picked up everything that we thought would suit your  taste."

Charlotte frowned. "My clothes? I don't understand."

"I forgot to tell you that Daniel ordered me to provide you with  anything you might need, since you'd be spending plenty of time here  from now on."

Charlotte wasn't sure she was happy with this arrangement. Just what did  that man have in mind? Pretty cocky, wasn't he? He assumed she'd agree  with all this.

"This is the dress that Danny chose for you for dinner. And a pair of  must-have accessories of course." Anika lifted up a pair of sleek  gloves. "They're made from lambskin, thin and soft enough so it will  feel like you aren't wearing anything. Ah. Isn't this exciting? I never  dreamed I'd meet a Sandman's daughter."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm only a freak."

"Then I'm a freak as well."

Charlotte looked up at her. "But you seem so normal. Are you …  like …  him too?"

"Yes. I'm Danny's half-sister, but I'm a pureblooded shapeshifter. My  father, our father, was the alpha of our pride. He abdicated his title  seven years ago, and now Danny is our alpha."

"Is there plenty of your kind out there?"

"My, my. That's classified information, you know?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry."

"You'll know more about us when you officially join our family."

"You make it sound like everything has been decided."

Anika laughed again. "One thing I know is that my brother is very  determined. Once he's decided he wants something, he'll keep trying  until he's succeeded."

"He's quite different from what I see in the media. I thought he was a nice guy."

Anika looked up to the ceiling while tapping her finger on her delicate  chin. "Danny is a complex man. He can be such a bastard to his enemies,  but he can appear like Prince Charming. I know, without a doubt, Daniel  is protective and kind to the people who are important to him."

Is that so? Charlotte couldn't help but be intrigued.

"Well," Anika clasped her hands together, "please make yourself at home. I'll come for you a bit later."

After Anika left, Charlotte examined the clothing that had been prepared  for her. Black sheath dress. Black lingerie. Black hosiery. A pair of  black Mary Jane pumps. Akoya pearl necklace.

Charlotte picked up the bra and checked the tag. She was astonished when  she realized it was the correct size. Unconsciously, she was grinding  her teeth. Did he snoop into her drawers at home while she was at work?  Man, that man is a pervert.

Nah. His PIs must have done it. Well, those guys are perverts.

She sank onto the bed. The mattress bounced softly. She thought about it  some more. Daniel had gone to such lengths to prepare all of this, the  least she could do was hear him out. No, it wouldn't be so bad. She  admitted that curiosity had gotten the best of her.

Charlotte took a shower and washed her hair. As she dried her hair with a  blow dryer, she thought of how much of a pain in the ass these rich  people were. They had to get dolled up like this for dinner. She put on  the new lingerie and marveled at how nice the expensive bra and panties  felt against her skin, unlike the cheap stuff she bought from K-mart.  The silk dress and the Wolford tights transformed her into a stranger  she barely recognized in the mirror. Dressed prettily for the first time  in her life, Charlotte smiled. Whoa, I look nice!