The Billionaire's Seduction (The Billionaire's Temptation #1) - J. S. Cooper Page 0,21

was the life, I thought. All I needed was a glass of champagne and some strawberries. And a hot man to scrub my back. Scratch that, I wanted Harry to scratch my back and have his wicked way with me. I felt a warm wave of desire hit me as I thought of Harry and I splashed myself. There was no way that I wanted to develop a bigger crush on him. I was just setting myself up for disappointment. He was too old, too rich, and too snarky. Plus, he was too handsome. A man like him could have anyone he wanted and obviously did. He wasn’t looking to settle down. I bit my lip as I thought about the feelings he had stirred in me. The feelings that were in me were about more than the sex. I groaned and scrubbed my body, trying to forget him.

I heard the front doorbell ringing but was too captivated in the “Ten sex moves to spice up your relationship” article to ask Katy who was there. I blushed as I read some of the positions. I was lying back daydreaming about trying them with Harry when I heard a knock on the door.

“Sarah.” Katy’s voice sounded odd. “Some guy is here saying he’s your fiancé.”

“What?” I sat up. “My what?”

“Your fiancé.” I heard Harry’s sultry voice behind the door and threw my hands up to cover my breasts.

“Harry? What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for our date.”

“But it’s still early,” I muttered and my eyes widened as Katy slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

“Sarah, this is the guy you’re going on a date with?” Katy’s voice was filled with disbelief as she whispered. “Why is he calling himself your fiancé?” She sounded confused. “And I thought he just graduated from college?”

“It’s a long story.” I sighed. I had conveniently forgotten to tell Katy I was seeing an “older man.”

“Okay.” Katy paused. “You’re not engaged, are you? After one night?”

“No, come on, Katy, you know me!”

“Sorry, but I’m confused.” She stared at me with narrowed eyes. “And how old is he? He looks hot, but no way is he our age!”

“He’s a little older.” I blushed. “I’ll tell you more later.”

“Okay.” She pursed her lips.

“Take Harry to the living room and I’ll be out in a sec.” I sighed and pulled the plug out of the bath and waited for her to leave the bathroom before I stepped out and wrapped myself in a towel. So much for a relaxing soak and some silly articles to get myself ready for the night. I opened the door and walked to my bedroom, muttering to myself about how mad I was. I opened my bedroom door and nearly dropped my towel when I saw Harry sitting on the edge of my bed.

“What are you doing in here?” I hissed.

“I asked Katy if I could wait in your room.” He smiled. “She’s a nice girl.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Yes, she is. But why did you need to wait in my room?”

“I thought we’d have some fun before dinner.” He licked his lips, and I pulled my towel around me tighter.

“We’re not having any fun before or after dinner,” I said haughtily.

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “You can resist this?” He pointed to himself and I rolled my eyeballs at him.

“I can more than resist you.” I flounced to my closet with my heart beating rapidly. I turned away from him so that he wouldn’t see the flush in my face. The flush that would let him know that I was lying and wanted to flatten him on the bed at that very moment. He was wearing khaki pants and a black Bob Dylan T-shirt and he looked hotter than I had remembered. He also had some stubble on his face that was more appealing than it should be. I wanted to rip his T-shirt off and feel the roughness of his stubble against the smoothness of my face and breasts. I couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like rubbing against my clit. I moaned involuntarily and tried to banish his sexy image from my thoughts. There was no way I could have sex with him right now with Katy waiting for us in the kitchen.

“What are you moaning about, Sarah?” I felt his breath on the back of my neck. He had gotten off the bed and walked over to me. I felt his arms go