Tell Me You're Mine (The British Billionaires #1) - J. S. Scott Page 0,17
wrapped my hand around the fat braid of her hair, and gently turned her face toward me. “Are you attracted to me, Nicole?”
I already knew the answer to my question. There was no possible way I was in crazy-town alone. As our eyes met, I could feel the red-hot chemistry flowing between the two of us, but for some reason, I wanted to hear her admit that she felt the same damn indescribable pull toward me that I was experiencing with her.
She nodded slowly. We were so close I could see her swallow hard before she answered. “Yes. How could I not be? You’re the entire package, Damian. Tall, dark, and handsome. With a sexy British accent, too. Okay, maybe you’re a little arrogant, but as long as you’re not doing that really bossy thing you do, even your ego is kind of hot.”
I felt a smile tug at my lips as I insisted, “I don’t do a bossy thing.”
Her snort was louder this time. “You’re seriously bossy sometimes.”
I had no doubt that she was probably right. I was used to being the boss. The fact that she didn’t seem the least bit daunted made the woman even more attractive.
I was Damian Lancaster, and all I heard was “yes, sir” from all of my employees as they scrambled to do what I needed done, every single day.
It was probably a little twisted that I actually liked the fact that Nicole had no idea who I was, or that my life was far from normal. I knew her attraction to me was real. It had nothing to do with the obscene amount of money or power I had.
I toyed with a lock of her blonde hair that had escaped from her braid. “I’m just a guy with all of the regular faults.”
I wasn’t sure if I was trying to convince her that I wasn’t different, or myself.
She smiled. “Just a guy who can get any woman to drop her panties because he’s way too attractive to ignore, and very charming when he wants to be?”
I shook my head. “I’ve never been charming, Nicole. You probably just think I’m charming because you’re more than just a little pissed.”
She wrinkled her brow. “I’m not pissed at you.”
I chuckled. “Not pissed as in…angry. Pissed as in…drunk.”
I’d forgotten that she wasn’t exactly a world traveler, so she might not recognize some British-isms.
She nodded. “Shitfaced. Definitely.”
I grinned. “I think I like ‘pissed’ better.”
She tilted her head adorably. “I think I like that word better, too. So I guess I am…pissed.”
I had to wonder just how open she would have been if she was completely sober right now. Nicole was at the perfect point of drunkenness, when her inhibitions were low and she wasn’t quite steady on her feet, but she wasn’t completely out of touch, either.
I stroked the flawless skin of her cheek, mesmerized by how incredibly soft she was…everywhere. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
She slapped my shoulder. “See. I was right. You’re totally charming. I’m not beautiful. My mother was beautiful, though. I always wished I looked more like her. She was petite, and never carried an extra pound—”
I put a finger to her lips to stop her from saying anything else negative about herself. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I knew she wasn’t fishing for compliments. She really thought she was highly flawed, and I hated that. What kind of tossers had she dated who had made her feel like she was anything less than wholly desirable? Some primitive instinct made me want to punch every single one of them for not appreciating Nicole.
She made a face at me. “No need for flattery. I decided a long time ago that I’d rather be smart than hot.”
I ran a thumb over her luscious mouth, tracing her lips. “Lucky for you then that you’re both of those things.”
She opened her mouth to voice what I already knew would be a denial.
Since I didn’t want to hear it, I knew I was about to do what any red-blooded man would do with a smoking-hot blonde sitting in his lap.
I put my hand firmly behind her head and did exactly what I’d wanted to do since the first moment I’d laid eyes on this woman.
I swooped in and captured her mouth so she couldn’t say anything at all.
CHAPTER 6
Nicole
IT WASN’T LIKE I’d never been kissed before. I had. Plenty of times. I’d had boyfriends, and dates that had never turned into anything more than a goodnight kiss.