BILLIONAIRE Island: Idyllic Mischief by Savannah May

head pressed against the solid smooth surface, breathing slowly, inviting her heart to calm. As it began to slow and her breathing leveled out, she raised her head and looked out on the garden. Damien was still there. Sitting in the cab of his truck, staring rigidly ahead through the windscreen, straight at her. Their eyes locked together and stayed shackled to each other for an age. Oh god, the rage on his face was indescribable, as though it could crack through his visage. He would never speak to her again. He'd think she was behaving like a cock tease, fooling around, getting him worked up and then running away. And he was so delicious. The memory of his salty-sweet mouth, tongue expertly probing her, the tight-packed swell in his jeans. Her breasts rose high in the beautiful dress he'd given her earlier. She should go back out, try to explain. He deserved an understanding. She made up her mind as he did. The truck's engine turned over and Damien reversed it at a roar back through the gates.

 
     
    Chapter Nine
    Damien
    Merde I could almost throttle that woman. She takes me to the absolute edge of control and I have no clue what I'm doing when I'm around her. I should have taken her, I know she wanted it, that much was sure the way she returned my kiss and pressed her warm tits into me. Whoa, fuckwit, get off the road . Shit, shit, shit, that was my fault, now she's making me forget how to drive. It's always for sure that a woman grazing her pelvis against yours is checking the goods and letting you know she's interested in buying. She leaned into me then as soon as she felt me fire up, she fucking ran away like a little girl. What the fuck is up with that tease?
    But those eyes. Did she want me to go after her, was that why she was waiting at the door? No, those eyes looked absolutely stricken, I've never seen a woman look so haunted. She didn't see a ghost, she's got one living with her every day. I am such an ass, driving off and leaving her. Why do I find it necessary to run away from every woman I meet when I don't even want to? It's like an automatic response and it's getting worse. This one I really don't want to run away from, I really don’t want to hurt her. Especially as she looks like she's been through hell and not yet come back. I should have gone to her just to say it was okay. I'll go back, let's just turn around and drive back to her right now. No, fuck that, she can come to me when she grows up and gets over the playing about with men's emotions.
    God, woman, what are you doing to me? Why can't it be uncomplicated like I always make it instead of filling me up with this tension? I'm going to resume normal programming and find a woman who knows what she wants. But then- then- I won't see Polly again and that is not an option. I have to see her, I have to know what's making her suffer in so much pain and convince her it's okay to let it go with me. I have to let her know that I'm not what she thinks or what she's been told. This one is worth it. This woman I will do that for.
     
    Indie
    Torn in two between running across the yard to stop him leaving and inability to merge thought into words, Indie pulled the door open. But Damn was gone and she sank into the soft cushion on the chaise. In the tranquility of the sweet warm air, she lay back and looked up at the infinite night sky twinkling with a million stars. What was happening that she was unable to allow herself to let go to a man after Brad's attack? In her mind she knew that not every man was like Brad, not every man would change the instant she let herself trust in forever.
    Perhaps it wasn't only the fear of physical harm and betrayal of trust. Somehow, if she went to the hidden recesses of her fear and faced them down, the truth was she didn't want Damien to think badly of her. The people at AA had said that she would also have to go to therapy groups because she was complicit in the condition. In her head she had put that together to mean she