Master Class: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (+ Bonus Book 'Silent Daughter 1') by Linnea May
Authors: Linnea May
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"Then I don't want to hear about it," I interrupt. "You've taken enough Econ classes to know how to work out a good business plan. And you're a student in my class, which is all about entrepreneurship and coming up with your own successful start-up. You have enough tools for now to present me with a well thought out business plan for one of your ideas. And we'll see where we can go from there."
She raises her eyes up to mine, wide blue marbles looking at me with dainty bewilderment.
"What do you mean by th-"
"Just do what I told you to do," I hiss.
She furls her eyebrows, but doesn't immediately talk back.
"Okay," she murmurs.
I examine her for a few moments, watching as her eyelashes calm down and she stops fiddling with the giant black ring on her finger. Her shoulders drop, but her head remains high, her eyes nervously traveling between me, the desk and her lap.
This is the perfect moment to find out.
"Why did you want to meet me here?"
CHAPTER TWELVE
LANA
H is powerful gaze is on me, watching me closer than anyone has ever watched me before. The light gray shirt he is wearing today tightens around his muscular arms when he leans forward, placing his elbows on the desk. He interlace his hands and locks me in place with his fierce eyes.
"What? I just... I just told you why I-"
"That's not what I mean," he interrupts, His voice is calm, but domineering. "Why did you want to meet in here ?"
We stare at each other and I hope to God that he can't see the heat rushing to my cheeks. But of course he can. I'm so pale, the slightest hint of embarrassment - just as the smallest drop of alcohol - paints my cheeks in a telltale pink color that is obvious to anyone with functioning eyes.
"Convenience," I lie. "We're both on campus and-"
"There are plenty of coffee places around here," he says. "We could have gone to the one you suggested the last time we talked. Is it because you don't want to be seen with me in public?"
I huff. "What? No! Absolutely not. Why would I... I mean, there's no reason why I wouldn't-"
"Exactly, there isn't," he says, interrupting me once again. "That's why I'm wondering. Is it because you wanted to be alone with me?"
Oh, God.
Seriously. What did I expect to happen? I asked for this. The suggestion to meet in his office just poured out of me when he asked where we should meet. I thought it would be inconspicuous, an innocent way of asking to be alone with him.
I wanted his input on my thoughts - but I also wanted to see where our conversation would go if we were confined in his small office again. Just the two of us.
I want to see where this is going. But I don't dare to be honest about my curiosity.
"Let's do it this way," he continues, still keeping me in a tight grip with just his eyes. "I'll throw out a few of the presumptions I'm having about your intentions here, and you can tell me whether I'm right or wrong by nodding or shaking your head."
I gulp. God, he's good.
"Nod if you understand," he adds.
I do as I'm told.
He gets up from his chair and slowly walks around the desk. With every step that brings him closer to me, I can feel my heart leaping like a wild stag in my throat.
Mr. Portland sits down at the edge of the table right in front of me, forcing me to tilt my head back to look up at him.
"You're curious about something," he whispers. "You noticed the way I look at you and it does something to you."
I nod.
His eyes flicker, just for a brief moment.
"You'd like to know what it would feel like to be touched by me."
His face is about two feet away from mine. I wonder if he can feel, not only see, but actually feel the heat of embarrassment that his words send through my veins.
I'm shivering at the thought of being touched by him, and I'm surprised to realize that I've never fantasized about his lips until now. I was so occupied with his eyes, his physique, his demeanor, that I never paid much attention to his lips, even though they're just as gorgeous as
"Then I don't want to hear about it," I interrupt. "You've taken enough Econ classes to know how to work out a good business plan. And you're a student in my class, which is all about entrepreneurship and coming up with your own successful start-up. You have enough tools for now to present me with a well thought out business plan for one of your ideas. And we'll see where we can go from there."
She raises her eyes up to mine, wide blue marbles looking at me with dainty bewilderment.
"What do you mean by th-"
"Just do what I told you to do," I hiss.
She furls her eyebrows, but doesn't immediately talk back.
"Okay," she murmurs.
I examine her for a few moments, watching as her eyelashes calm down and she stops fiddling with the giant black ring on her finger. Her shoulders drop, but her head remains high, her eyes nervously traveling between me, the desk and her lap.
This is the perfect moment to find out.
"Why did you want to meet me here?"
CHAPTER TWELVE
LANA
H is powerful gaze is on me, watching me closer than anyone has ever watched me before. The light gray shirt he is wearing today tightens around his muscular arms when he leans forward, placing his elbows on the desk. He interlace his hands and locks me in place with his fierce eyes.
"What? I just... I just told you why I-"
"That's not what I mean," he interrupts, His voice is calm, but domineering. "Why did you want to meet in here ?"
We stare at each other and I hope to God that he can't see the heat rushing to my cheeks. But of course he can. I'm so pale, the slightest hint of embarrassment - just as the smallest drop of alcohol - paints my cheeks in a telltale pink color that is obvious to anyone with functioning eyes.
"Convenience," I lie. "We're both on campus and-"
"There are plenty of coffee places around here," he says. "We could have gone to the one you suggested the last time we talked. Is it because you don't want to be seen with me in public?"
I huff. "What? No! Absolutely not. Why would I... I mean, there's no reason why I wouldn't-"
"Exactly, there isn't," he says, interrupting me once again. "That's why I'm wondering. Is it because you wanted to be alone with me?"
Oh, God.
Seriously. What did I expect to happen? I asked for this. The suggestion to meet in his office just poured out of me when he asked where we should meet. I thought it would be inconspicuous, an innocent way of asking to be alone with him.
I wanted his input on my thoughts - but I also wanted to see where our conversation would go if we were confined in his small office again. Just the two of us.
I want to see where this is going. But I don't dare to be honest about my curiosity.
"Let's do it this way," he continues, still keeping me in a tight grip with just his eyes. "I'll throw out a few of the presumptions I'm having about your intentions here, and you can tell me whether I'm right or wrong by nodding or shaking your head."
I gulp. God, he's good.
"Nod if you understand," he adds.
I do as I'm told.
He gets up from his chair and slowly walks around the desk. With every step that brings him closer to me, I can feel my heart leaping like a wild stag in my throat.
Mr. Portland sits down at the edge of the table right in front of me, forcing me to tilt my head back to look up at him.
"You're curious about something," he whispers. "You noticed the way I look at you and it does something to you."
I nod.
His eyes flicker, just for a brief moment.
"You'd like to know what it would feel like to be touched by me."
His face is about two feet away from mine. I wonder if he can feel, not only see, but actually feel the heat of embarrassment that his words send through my veins.
I'm shivering at the thought of being touched by him, and I'm surprised to realize that I've never fantasized about his lips until now. I was so occupied with his eyes, his physique, his demeanor, that I never paid much attention to his lips, even though they're just as gorgeous as
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