Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(24)
I wasn’t the girl who froze in these situations. I always took control. If I didn’t like what he was doing, I’d have no problem shoving him off me and kicking him in the nuts.
The problem was—I liked this.
I liked him.
I despised him as much as I craved him.
And I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anyone.
Or anything.
And that made zero sense.
His mouth moved closer, and his lips grazed mine. His hardness pressed against me, and I arched into him to get closer, my fingers tangling in his hair.
I didn’t know what I wanted to happen next.
“Fuck!” he said, jumping back like I’d tasered him. His hands dropped to his sides, and the veins in his neck bulged.
Well, that was definitely not what I was hoping would happen next.
Now I was all hot and bothered, and the bastard was still raging.
“What is your freaking problem?” I shouted.
“You.” He shrugged. “You’re my fucking problem. This is not happening.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t threaten me with a good time. And don’t let the door hit you in the ass.”
I raised a brow and looked from him to the door as I stepped away. This guy was going to give me whiplash, and I was not having it.
“No attitude on Monday, Minx. I’m not fucking around.”
Was he seriously accusing me of having the attitude?
Glass houses, jackass.
I stalked to the door and yanked it open. “We’re not at work, so how about you get the hell out of my apartment?”
“It’s technically my apartment.” He smirked and yanked his suitcase behind him. “But I’m happy to leave.”
I slammed the door closed just as he turned around, and I think it possibly hit him in the face, but I didn’t even care.
The guy had me all worked up. Even after begging for a truce. Was this some kind of game for him?
The hot and cold.
The back and forth.
He’d nearly kissed me. Although I’d had a fist full of his giant schlong in my hand a week ago, so I couldn’t exactly be angry.
I picked up my phone and dialed Charlotte, putting the call on speakerphone while I made my way to the kitchen to look for a snack.
She’d always been my voice of reason.
“Hey, Dilly. How’s the apartment? How’s the broody billionaire? Is he still giving you the silent treatment?”
There were a couple of bottles of fancy champagne, so I reached for one. And there was also a carton of strawberries, so I started rinsing those and placed them in a bowl as I filled my sister in on my lunatic boss who currently held my future in his hands.
“I wish I had a handful of his balls right now because I’d squeeze them until he begged for mercy. And then I’d squeeze them some more. That douchedick is messing with the wrong girl.”
My sister laughed hysterically on the other end of the line. “Okay. Tell me how you really feel.”
I made my way into the gorgeous bedroom and into the decadent master bath.
“Well, that is exactly how I feel. And holy shit balls. This bathroom is insane.” I set the bottle of Veuve Clicquot on the counter and bit off half of a strawberry before turning on the bath. “I could swim in this tub. And there’s bubble bath and everything.”
I dumped some powder into the steaming water and then moved back to the living room to get my suitcase.
“Did you want him to kiss you? I can’t tell if you like him or hate him,” she said.
“I definitely hate him. I think this is some sort of game. He clearly doesn’t think I’m really going to stick to the truce, so maybe he’s testing me.” I marched back to the bathroom and opened my suitcase, pulling out a hair tie and piling an enormous knot on top of my head.
“But you weren’t going to stick to the truce, so he’s kind of right.”
I popped the cork on the champagne and set the entire bottle on the side of the tub. “Whose side are you on?”
“Always yours. But I’m just trying to figure the guy out.”
I stripped down and set the bowl of berries next to the tub. There were so many bubbles in the bath that I couldn’t see the water. I turned off the faucet and climbed in.
“Ahhhhh. This is heaven. I’m soaking in a billionaire’s bathtub, and I’ve got a bottle of bubbly in here.” I took a big swig from the bottle and reached for another strawberry.
“You are living the life, girl.”
“Aside from this massive thorn in my side. I mean, what if he goes to work on Monday and tries to get me fired?”
“Well, he’s the one who almost just kissed you. I don’t think he’d have a leg to stand on.”
“That’s a good point. And he did tell Twork that I had two vaginas.”
“Wasn’t his name Tweak?” Charlotte asked.
My head fell back in laughter as I leaned back in the tub, bubbles surrounding me. “Wait. No. It was Teak, like the wood.”
We both laughed hysterically, and I took another swig from the bottle. “Well, he’s in for it if he thinks I’m going to cower to him on Monday. I don’t cower to any man. Maybe he was trying to see if I’d want him to kiss me, you know, to exert some sort of power over me.”