Page 46 of The Billionaire's Secret

"I know." A smile twists my lip.

"Not fair, V."

I chuckle, "Let’s say, if he doesn’t call me, I am—"

My phone pings. I glance at it and freeze. Amelie jumps to her feet, crosses the floor to me. "It’s him, isn’t it?"

I show her the text.

Alphahole: Come down.

Jesus, is there a shortage of words in his vocabulary, or what?

"Alphahole?" She chuckles. "Quite complimentary of you to call him that."

"Not me," I choke out. "That’s the rat’s ass of a jerk keying his phone and ID into my phone."

"He did that?"

I throw up my hands. "I know, stalkerish much?"

A horn sounds from below and she darts to the window. "There’s a car there…all dark and shiny… OMG."She turns. "He’s here, waiting by the car for you." Her voice is breathless, "This is exciting. This is what you wanted, right?"

My fingers tremble. I swallow.Is it? Is this what I’d been hoping for?He’s opened the door. I only have to step through now. I firm my lips, look up at her, "I never keyed in his name…" I purse my lips.

The only time my purse had been out of my sight was when I had fallen asleep in his office. Had he hacked into it then? I wouldn't put it past him. He's infringed on my privacy… Which, is a positive sign, right? It means he is interested. I force my fingers to un-clutch from around the phone.

Walking to the center table, I pick up my mug of tea, then sink into my arm chair. My phone pings again. I glance down.

Alphahole:Don’t keep me waiting.

I set my jaw. The arrogance of the man. Of course, I’d had an inkling he’d want to get his own way, but this… Expecting me to drop everything and jump to his demands? No way.

My phone buzzes.

Alphahole: I know what you’re doing and it won’t work.

Alphahole: You sure you want to go down this path?

Alphahole: Don’t make me come up there. You’ll regret it.

My heart beat ratchets up. My pulse begins to race.Don’t give in to him. Don’t.

There’s a banging on the door. I jump.

13

Saint

The door opens. I glance down, then past the blonde who stands there, to the dark-haired woman who’s captured my imagination.

I tilt my head and she juts out her lower lip. Oh, I’d like to bite down on that glistening flesh and teach her who exactly calls the shots around here. I jerk my chin and she crosses arms.

"Saint."

I look down at the blonde haired woman, "How are you, Amelie?"

She looks me up and down, "you here for Victoria?"