Page 112 of The Billionaire's Bride

"Not that I mind. I mean, your life is far more interesting than mine right now."

"Trust me, I’d trade mine for something tame and boring…" I mutter.

Her gaze narrows, and I rush to add, "Not that I could ever accuse you of that. Not now that what’s-his-face is occupying so much of your time."

She glowers and I motion zipping my mouth, "Okay, won’t go there."

"So... Baron?"

I deflate a little. "I am at his place."

"Finally." She blows out a breath, "I mean, honestly woman, what took you so long?"

"I just needed some time to cleanse my palate."

She stares at me and I point a finger at the screen. "I didn’t mean it that way."

"Then how did you mean it?"

"Just that I needed a little bit of space from both of them… Enough to sort out my thoughts." I raise a shoulder, "I mean, I admit I surprised myself when I realized it wasn’t Edward but…Baron that I want… But uh, I may have needed a little bit of time to get my courage up to face him, you know?"

"And?"

"And what?"

"You’re in his house, but you’re not with him…so?"

I narrow my gaze, "Jesus, woman, give me a chance to tell my story."

"Go on…" she says impatiently, "why the hell isn’t he ravishing you as we speak?"

My cheeks pink. "Uh, I thought that’s what he was going to do."

"And then?"

"Then he pulled away."

"Like, literally pulled away?"

My cheeks heat, "He, uh, asked me to marry him."

"He what…?" She opens and shuts her mouth.

"Yeah." I bite the inside of my cheek. "It surprised me too. As much as him putting me in another room and telling me that he isn’t going to sleep with me until after the wedding."

"And you agreed?"

I raise my shoulders, "Umm…yeah?"

"So, you are going to, once more, toe the line."

"Uh, not sure he gave me a choice."

"So, first he…comes onto you physically, only to retreat and ask you to marry him. Then he puts you up in his guest room."

I nod.

She taps her cheek, "Seems to me, your alphahole is insecure."