The Billionaire's Seduction (The Billionaire's Temptation #1) - J. S. Cooper Page 0,23
He grinned. “And it nearly happened again, just five minutes ago.”
“Whatever.” I pointed at him. “Let’s make a deal, no more sex.”
“Is that what you want?” His face held a crooked grin, and I knew that he thought I couldn’t resist him and his sexy dark hair and crinkly blue eyes.
“Yes,” I spoke calmly and confidently. “If I’m going to go home with you I don’t want your family thinking I’m some sort of whore that sleeps around.”
“But you’re going as my fiancée.”
“I don’t want them to think we have sex.”
“Okay.” He grinned at me. “And you think they are going to believe that?”
“Yes.” I smirked right back at him and twirled around. “Because I am a princess from Europe and everyone knows we are chaste.” I spoke in an Eastern European accent and he groaned.
“Sarah!”
“What, kind sir?” I looked down my nose haughtily at him, my voice sounding decidedly English this time.
“Sarah, you are not going to be using your acting skills this weekend.” He snorted. “My whole family will be there and they will ask you a million questions, and I need you to be normal.”
“I’ll just pretend I don’t understand what they are saying.” I grinned. “I can be Princess Sarah of Latvia.”
“Latvia?” His voice held disbelief.
“Or England if you want, but if they’re familiar with the British Royal Family at all, they may know that that’s not true. So we better go with Latvia.”
“Sarah, you are not going to pretend you are the Princess of Latvia.” Harry’s voice was stern and he groaned. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. You were right. Our age difference is too much.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I protested angrily. It was all right for me to think he was too old for me, but he shouldn’t be thinking I’m too young for him. Not at all.
“Sarah, you are twenty-two and immature.” He sighed. “My family is going to think I lost my mind bringing you home.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m a mature man in my thirties. I’m a billionaire. Millions of women all over the world want to be with me. I don’t think they will believe I fell for a kooky young girl in her twenties.”
“A kooky young girl?” My voice rose.
“Yes, Sarah. You are kooky.” He looked me in the eyes. “And that’s nicer than calling you a liar and a bad actress.”
“You’re an asshole and you can leave now.” I sat on my bed and lay down, staring at the ceiling, trying to not let tears fall from my eyes. “I wasn’t too much of a liar that you didn’t want to sleep with me though.” It wasn’t his words about my lying that had hurt me. I was devastated that he’d called me a bad actress.
“Ah, Sarah.” He sat down next to me on the bed. “Look, I’m sorry. I’ve never known someone like you before. Maybe it’s because I’m an old fart.” He paused. “You could say, no, Harry, you’re not an old fart, you know.”
I laughed as he looked down at me with a serious face. “No Harry, you’re not a completely old fart.” I gazed up at him and felt tingles in my stomach as he gazed down at me and touched the side of my face softly. We stared at each other for about a minute and I felt a current of electricity flow through us. His blue eyes were wide and sincere as he gazed at me and I felt like we were having a moment. I felt like I could see into his heart and soul and it made me very uncomfortable. His hand found mine and stroked my palm. I felt my body flush, and I shifted my gaze away. He let go of my hand and jumped off the bed.
“Ready to go?” he said gruffly.
“Fine.” My voice was exasperated and my body was disappointed. I didn’t want to go anywhere other than under the sheets. But I also knew that we’d just had a moment that couldn’t be explained. For a few seconds I felt like I had a real connection with Harry, which was crazy because we’d only known each other a few days and neither one of us was looking for something serious.
Chapter 7
“Katy seems sweet.” Harry escorted me to his car. It was an Audi A4, and I sunk into the leather seats. I would have thought that he’d drive a Porsche or a Mercedes.
“Yeah, Katy is great.” I smiled. “We’ve been best friends for ages. We