Page 6 of The Billionaire's Baby

"No," I drawl.

"What?" Her features tighten. "You promised to take me back."

"I did no such thing."

"B... but..." she stutters, "you said...."

"No, I didn't." I waggle my finger at her.

"You...you liar," she chokes out.

"Wrong—" I swallow down the chuckle that bubbles up. Karina—angry, all flashing eyes, and glowing skin. My god, the adrenaline from the chance to spar with her is better than the thrill of closing a killer deal in Silicon Valley. "I didn’t say anything. You asked if I would take you back if you told me about the tattoo. I shrugged and you assumed that meant yes." I pretend to yawn. "You need to pay more attention to the details, doll."

She walks over to the side-table near the bed, places her phone on it, then swivels to stand over me. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she demands.

"What’s wrong is that you are naked in my bedroom and I haven’t touched you yet."

She frowns. "Don’t try to intimidate me, you ass."

"Oh, you’ll know when I’m trying to intimidate you, Stowie."

"Stowie?" She blinks. "I have a name, you know."

I look her up and down, "I’m not in the habit of remembering the names of my hired help.

"Hired help?" she splutters. "How dare you?" She launches herself at me, and hits my chest with such force that the impact knocks me and the chair over.

I land on my back; my head connects with the hard floor and her knee connects with my stomach. "Uff," the breath rushes out of me. She scrambles to get away, and I grab her around the waist, flip her over onto the ground and lean over her. "There… Much better," I mutter.

"Let me go." She makes that little snarling sound at the back of her throat again. How cute.

"Now, now, is that any way to thank your savior?"

"Savior?" She huffs, "More like a kidnapper."

"If the title fits." I raise my shoulders. "I did patch you up, and put you to bed."

"So?" She snorts.

"And saved you from being lost at sea in a storm."

"You were saving your own hide, you… You complete tosser."

"Apparently, living in London has improved your insults, at least."

"It’s done nothing for your attitude, you bastard."

I click my tongue, "I think I need to wash out your mouth." I stare at her lips. "Or maybe I should shut you up another way, hmm?"

"Don’t you dare." Her golden eyes blaze at me.

"You have no idea what I am going to do."

"Don’t I?" she mutters. "You were thinking of kissing me."

"Hmm." I lower my face until my nose bumps hers, "Now that you mention it…" I hold her gaze and the gold of her irises deepen to a burnt amber. "Fucking beautiful," I mutter.

She blinks. "You don’t have to flatter me."