Page 219 of The Billionaire's Secret

Anger drums at the backs of my eyes; desire tugs at my groin. The scent of her is sheer torture, something that I had dreamed of in the wee hours of twilight when dusk turned into night. She’s not real. Not the woman I think she is. She is my downfall. My sweet poison. The bitter medicine I must imbibe to cure the ills that plague my company.

"Fine." I lower my arms and she hits the ground butt first.

"How dare you?" she huffs out a breath, her hair messily arranged across her face.

I shove my hands into the pockets of my fitted pants, knees slightly bent, legs apart. Tip my chin down and watch her as she sprawls at my feet.

"You…dropped me?" She makes a sound deep in her throat.

So damn adorable.

"Your wish is my command," I quirk my lips.

"You don’t mean it."

"You’re right." I lean my weight forward on the balls of my feet and she flinches.

"What…what do you want?"

"You."

She pales. "You want to…rob me? I have nothing of value. I’m not carrying anything…except." She reaches for her pocket.

"Don’t," I growl.

"It’s only my phone."

"So you say, hmm?"

"You can…" she swallows, "you can trust me."

I chuckle.

"I mean, it’s not like I can deck you with a phone or anything, right?"

I glare at her and she swallows, "Fine… You… You take it."

Interesting.

"Hands behind your neck."

She hesitates.

"Now."

She instantly folds her arms at the elbows, cradles the back of her head with her palms.

I lean down and every muscle in her body tenses. Good. She’s wary. She should be. She should have been alert enough to have run as soon as she sensed my presence. But she hadn’t. And I’d delayed what was meant to happen long enough.

I pull the gun from my pocket, hold it to her temple. "Goodbye, Beauty."