Page 35 of Dating the Billionaire

CHAPTER ELEVEN

BLAIRHADGOTTENLUCKY,because before Teo had been able to resume his interrogation of her, the limousine lurched to a stop outside the nightclub where the fashion show was being held. Relief had shuddered through her, but it was short-lived.

As Teo had helped her from the back of the car, he warned her, “This isn’t over. We’re going to have a conversation—a real conversation—before the night is over.”

Even though her heart had pounded faster with fear, she’d forced a smile and told him, “Of course we will.”

But she had no intention of ruining this evening with the truth. Not yet.

She was enjoying it and him entirely too much. She could taste him in her mouth, on her tongue—the salty-sweet taste of his passion. And she wanted more...

She wanted him again, her core throbbing with the need to have him inside her again, filling that hollow ache as only he could do. But before she could lose her mind to the madness of desire, they stepped into the nightclub and into the perfect distraction.

As had happened at the restaurant, he wasn’t the only one treated like royalty at the fashion show. The designer fawned over her, begging her to model for him.

She laughed at the notion of a former fighter pilot walking a runway. There was nothing sexy about her...except when she was with Teo. She felt sexy with him, maybe because all she could think about around him was sex.

Teo stepped back and studied her through narrowed eyes. “You could be a model,” he murmured speculatively. “Are you? Is that what you do? Why you’re so busy you can’t return phone calls?”

A smile tugged at her lips, and she shook her head. “I am definitely not a model.” But she was busy—thanks to him and all the flights he’d been booking with Bill.

“You should model,” the designer told her. “I would love to include you in tonight’s show, in that dress, which looks as if I made it specifically for you.”

The older Italian gentleman was even more charming than Matteo. Maybe this was from whom Teo had learned how to disarm with charm—because it seemed as if the two men knew each other well.

“Please,” the designer persisted. “Walk in my show.”

She shook her head again. “Not unless you want me to ruin it. I would trip over my own feet and embarrass you and myself.”

“Never!” the designer insisted.

She was saved again when someone called to him from the stage. “We’re ready.”

“Ah,” he sighed in disappointment. “It’s too late to have you in this show. But the next...”

The next one she wouldn’t attend; she would be flying someone somewhere. And she doubted it would be Teo. Once he learned the truth, he would never want to see her again. She blinked away the sudden sting of tears pricking at her eyes. She wouldn’t cry. She never cried, but she was disturbingly close to now over the thought of never seeing him again.

“What’s wrong?” Teo asked, his voice even deeper with concern.

She shook her head. “Nothing. He was just being so sweet. He seems like a genuinely nice man.”

“He is,” Teo confirmed as he guided her to a seat in the front row nearest the stage. “He’s very talented, too.”

Blair had already realized that from the beautiful dress gifted to her. But she also saw his amazing talent in all the other designs the professional models wore as they strutted across the stage.

“You could do that,” Teo assured her. “You would be a super model.”

She doubted it. From the way some of those models glared at her sitting next to Teo, she bet at least one of them would have tripped her—if not most of them. “Did you bring me here to protect you again?” she wondered.

He chuckled. “From whom? Tony? He’s harmless.”

Tony had clearly been more interested in her than him, so she chuckled. “You know...”

“My matchmaking sister isn’t here,” he said, and his brow creased as he frowned. “Although she should be.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Tony was there for us when we were growing up,” Matteo said, his deep voice gruff with emotion as he recounted his past to her. “Even though, as just a tailor at that time, he didn’t have much more money than we did, he helped us out with food and old clothes.”