Page 94 of Beauty & Chaos

“You were sound enough to get your lawyer to whip up a lovely letter to me in under an hour.” I snap. “Rather ironic you sent your little security guys over to protect me whenyouare the fucking threat.”

Asshole.

I jut out my hip and tap my foot. I really wish I were fully clothed. Standing here in a slinky nightie is not helping me to look intimidating.

Which is ridiculous.

I’m five foot five and he’s three times my size.

Luna rubs up against my ankle sleepily and yawns, not helping my tough guy act in the slightest.

Travis places a palm on the doorjamb and lets out a sigh. My gaze shoots to his bulging biceps and then back at him. He notices, but those glowering eyes don’t change.

He’s still wearing the blue jeans, Prada sneakers, and black cashmere sweater he changed into on the jet.

Then his expression softens, and I know exactly what he’s about to do.

No.

I uncross my arms as Travis takes a step forward, making me back up.

“Oh, no you don’t. Stay out there, Mr. Liar.” I yelp.

Ignoring me, he shuts the door behind him and takes my hips, moving me farther into the apartment.

“Brook. I need you to sit down and listen to what I have to say. If you still want me to leave, I will. Well, maybe.”

What does that mean? Maybe.

This is my apartment.

He’s lied. He’s used me. But as the back of my legs hits the sofa and I press my hands against the soft wool over his pecs, I hate myself for wanting him to wrap his arms around me.

I can’t tell anyone about this, but I phoned Jasmine when I got home earlier. I’d promised to when we landed and after messaging, she was awake, unable to sleep.

“How was it?” she asked quietly, clearly not wanting to wake Tony.

If only I’d been able to tell her the full truth.

“Amazing. We were in Switzerland.”

“Switzerland!” she cried way too loudly. “Tony took me to the Adirondacks.”

I chuckled.

“Well, he wasn’t a billionaire,” I offered.

“Still isn’t, just for the record.” I hear her sigh. “Tell me more. Let me live vicariously.”

“We had a view of the Matterhorn.”

“The mountain?”

“There’s that Columbia education paying off.” I laughed, even though I hadn’t smiled in hours.

“Ha, ha. What else? Did you make love all weekend?”

Ergh.