Billionaire Bachelors 7 ; The Billionaire's Final Stand(12)

Kinsey had to fight her body's desire to lean into his touch as her memory played full color in her head of that same hand sliding across her skin, making her moan in pleasure. She could tell by the way he was gazing at her that he wanted to cart her to the nearest room, giving her a repeat performance of their night together. How she'd love to accept his unspoken offer. Let him take away her stress, causing the awful day to fade away while she lost herself in his embrace.

Why not?

Because you aren't this girl he thinks you are! You don't do one night stands, well, you don't do them twice, she assured herself.

"Surely you have time for an old lover."

Kinsey gasped at his boldness. She looked around, hoping no one was listening. Luckily, they were semi-alone at the moment.

"A one night stand doesn't make us old lovers, Austin."

"It could be so much more than one night. You look stressed. I can help with that," he offered as his eyes darkened. Her ni**les hardened to the point of pain, and her stomach began doing flips. Luckily her knees were still locked.

She knew he wasn't a commitment kind of guy, though. He'd made that abundantly clear at the wedding. She'd known then that he only wanted a romp in the sheets. She'd been proud of the fact that she'd been able to resist him. Well, she had until about the fourth, or maybe sixth, Manhattan drink.

All her life, men had assumed that because she was well-endowed, she was a tramp. She'd learned the hard way how far they'd go to sleep with her.

Flowers.

Jewelry.

Expensive dinners.

Flattery.

The list went on and on.

That was their idea of foreplay. Austin was a known playboy and his looks and money had gotten him just about any woman he'd ever wanted. She knew he only pursued her because she was most likely the first to tell him, no. Well, he'd just have to learn when no meant exactly that.

The aching in her body contradicted her self-pep-talk. She wanted him  –  without a doubt.

So what, she thought. She was strong. She wouldn't cave. She'd done a lot of self-sacrifice in her life. She could certainly handle a few minutes in Austin's presence without jumping him, or letting him ravish her.

"I like your scrubs. Are those little bears?" he asked as his finger ran down the side of her top, coming increasingly close to the edge of her br**sts. Her air lodged in her lungs. She didn't know whether she should pull away or lean into the touch.

Maybe it was time to accept one of the other dates she'd been offered lately. She shook off the shudder and stiffened her shoulders.

"What do you want, Austin?"

"You seemed upset. I thought I could help."

"I'm fine."

"Then what was the argument with the doctor about?"




 

 

Kinsey blew out her held breath and started silently counting. She needed to get away from him, from whatever game he was playing, but he wasn't leaving until she gave him something.

"We had a difference of opinion. It's no big deal," she lied. In reality she knew she might very well be jobless in just a few hours.

"You seem pretty upset for it not to be that big of a deal," he countered.

"I was trying to be polite. Let me put it another way. It's none of your business," she finally snapped.

Her words didn't have the slightest impact on him. Instead of being offended, he gave her his most seductive smile that instantly made her throat close.

Screw it, just five minutes, she offered herself before sanity came back and she resisted reaching for him.

"Okay, be stubborn, but you know I'll find out anyway," he said.

Kinsey was happy to feel her temper rising. Anger, at least, pushed down her unwanted lust.

"Have fun with that," Kinsey snapped as she finally wrenched her arm from his grasp. She turned and quickly walked down the hallway, refusing to allow herself to turn back and look at him.

She gritted her teeth when she heard his chuckle following her.

Arrogant, self-serving, pompous man!

Chapter Three

"Katherine Anderson?"

"Yes, I'm here." Katherine rose from her seat with grace, though an obvious tremble was evident. A doctor approached, his eyes focused on the large family gathered around Katherine.

Austin stood back from the crowd, his emotions too volatile for him to speak with anyone. Fear and anger struggled for a stronghold inside him. The news had to be good. Their family couldn't handle the tragedy of losing either his father or uncle.

"I'm Dr. Weston. I operated on your husband." Total silence greeted his words. The family waited, afraid to even breathe.

"First, I want to let you know Joseph is alive," he said. A single tear slipped down Katherine's cheek. As if in slow motion, Austin focused on it as it held on for an endless moment, before dripping from her chin, slowly falling to the floor. The rest of the family members released a collective sigh of relief.