This hot and sexy, ripped, 100% macho maleness of a billionaire, doctor… Gulp. Then so be it. I am not going to let him crowd me into corner, or overpower me with his status…. Okay, so maybe I am a little overwhelmed by his uh, larger than life assets…but come on, who wouldn’t be? And that kiss at the end? When I’d flung myself at him…because, well, I am a slut… Fine, fine, so berate me, but I swear, there had been something about the power I’d been able to wield over him, when I had taken him in my mouth, and his body had responded to mine.
Whatever his issues with me… Physically, the signals he’s been broadcasting are clear—he wants me. And let me tell you, there’s something very satisfying in that, in knowing that this powerful man is helpless in the face of whatever it is that our bodies are communicating with each other. And face it…sharing a space with him would be no…hardship… Except for that horrible attitude of his, of course. I’m willing to give him a chance though… Who wouldn’t? Not when he’d kissed me back… He had. He had pulled me to him, closed that big sexy mouth of his over mine and kissed the hell out of me… Enough for my knees to go weak, for my pussy to clench, and my panties to dampen all over again, like I’d just run into the Thames. Okay, so maybe not the last comparison, considering the Thames is grimy as hell, but you get what I mean, huh?
"I… I am not leaving," I say.
"Yes, you are," he reiterates.
"Nope."
"Yes."
He leans a hip against the door, and damn him, couldn’t he have, at least, put on some clothes? I mean, this entire encounter? He’s been butt-naked, and it’s a mighty fine butt, and massively corded thighs, and that eight pack…and… Hell, not going down that path right now.
"You’ll want me to stay, I promise you."
"Huh?" He folds his arms over his chest. Those biceps bulge, his shoulders fill the doorway, and it’s not because its narrow. The entrance, I mean.
"I’ll be your housekeeper—cook your food, clean…" I wave a hand in the air, "Considering you’re laid up with that…uh, injury, you’ll need someone to take care of your needs."
"Needs, huh?"
Shit, I hadn’t meant to word it that way, but whatever, at least he’s listening to me.
"You bet." I swing one leg up over the lip of the hot tub, then scramble up and straighten. "You hadn’t thought about how you were going to manage over the holidays without being able to use your hand."
"Hmm." He raises his injured palm, then scratches at his jaw. "You offering to help?"
"Do you want me to help?"
"You want to keep house for me?" He smirks.
I frown. Asshole, of course he'd twist my words around to suit his needs.
"I’d cook and clean the house…" I mutter, " You’d have to pick up after yourself. I am not picking up your dirty laundry."
"What else?"
"What do you mean?" I frown.
"What else can you do for me?" he drawls.
"I could…uh, drive you around, like I already said."
"And?" His lips curl and his eyes gleam.
Oh, no, no, he’s not getting at that. "Whatever it is you’re thinking, you can forget about it," I huff.
"How do you know what I am thinking?"
"A man like you has only one thing on your mind."
"As opposed to a woman like you?"
"I’m not the one walking around naked."
"Does it bother you?"
"Of course, it bothers me." I swipe my hair over my shoulders. "How would it feel if I were to walk around without clothes?"
"Are you offering?" He smirks.
I throw up my hands, "Oh, forget I said anything. Clearly, this entire discussion is going nowhere… Meanwhile—" A whine sounds from beyond him, "Don’t keep Max waiting. Feed the poor thing, will you?"
He scowls, "Don’t tell me what to do."
"Oh, my God." I plant my hands on my hips, grimace when that dislodges more water from my clothes. "You’re bloody impossible."
"And you’re staying out here."
He walks inside, slams the door behind him. The hell? I race forward, try the door. It’s locked. Of course, it is. I bang on it. "Weston, you asshole, let me in."
No answer, not that I expected one… But how dare he simply…lock me out? I kick at the door. Pain shoots up my leg. I groan, then glance around the patio. There are heaters out here around the hot tub, so I’m not cold. The wind blows, and