Page 38 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad

"Hmm." His brow crinkles, "Good point, I need to rectify that."

"Jesus." I stare. "I was joking."

"I wasn’t."

"You wouldn't invade my privacy that way…"

He stares.

"Would you?" Of course, he would. Nothing is beyond the reach of this alpha male. He can have any woman he wants, so why the hell had he extended this stupid-ass agreement thing to me? "It makes no sense," I shake my head, as I unlock my phone.

"Don’t try to discern the pattern of a plan that’s clearly above your pay grade." He smirks.

My jaw drops. Bloody hell… What an ass. "Why… You…"

He snatches the phone from my hand. His fingers move over the screen, then he slides it back into my open backpack. "All set," he declares, then turns and prowls toward the exit.

"That's it?" I demand. "You're going to leave me here and walk away?"

He raises a hand, "Save the small talk for later, sweets."

My vision tunnels, anger slams into my chest. "Wait!" I call out after him. "Did you place the call to my agency, and then get cold feet when you saw me?" I demand.

He halts, then glares at me over his shoulder, "Why would I do that, hmm?"

"Because you want me at your mercy?"

"I had you at my mercy earlier. I was the one who left, remember?"

Can't deny that.

He strides over to me, then bends his knees and thrusts his face into mine. "I’m not sorry for buying you," he whispers, "and I am not sorry for everything I am going to do to you."

My core clenches. "Is that a threat?" I breathe.

"A promise." His lips curl. My ribcage tightens. Hell, every nuance of his expression is hot and sexy and a bloody turn on. I am fighting a battle I can’t win… Not without preparing for it, and right now, I am so out of my depth, it’s not funny.

"And by the time I’m done with you, you won’t be either."

I raise my hand, intent on slapping him, but he grabs my wrist.

"Let me go," I hiss.

"Don’t tell me what to do."

"You’re crazy," I insist.

"Takes one to know one."

"Oh, so now we’re on the same level?"

"No," he mutters almost to himself. "You’re on a different plane, one where we can never see eye to eye, and that’s what makes whatever is between us a challenge, one I can’t resist. I won’t stop until I’ve broken you down, until I’ve figured out what makes you tick, until I have you melting and crawling and begging for my mercy, and even then, I won’t release you. Not until I have sampled that sweet essence inside of you, bathed in the passion you keep hidden inside of you, until I have used the creativity that you harbor to fire mine, until I have your thoughts, your words, your every cry as you orgasm, trapped in my cells."

"What, the—" I blink, "What are you talking about?"

His lips twist, "Wouldn’t you like to find out?"

He releases me so suddenly that I land on the ground, on my arse.