and I love having sex with you.” He held out his hands, palms up. “I mean, what more do you want?”
“Everything,” she said moodily. “I want it all. Relationship, love, commitment, the whole enchilada, Burke.” She scoffed. “Listen to me. One week ago I was perfectly happy with my life, and now suddenly I want what other people have.”
“You mean, you want what Erin has,” he pointed out.
“I guess I do.” She shook her head disgustedly. “Fuck, I didn’t even know true love actually existed. I laughed in Erin’s face when she brought it up. She’s always been the hopeless romantic, you know. And I always told her she was full of shit. Now look who was full of shit.”
“You’re not full of shit,” he said, wishing he could light his cigar again. He never could do the touchy-feely thing without the right amount of either nicotine or caffeine.
“You know that she told me she came to India to find her soulmate? I thought it was a joke. I mean, soulmates? Really? Just a crock of shit, right? Who believes in soulmates in this day and age?”
“I do.”
Sophie stared at the man, hard. Burke might be a lot of things, amongst which was his capability to make her come harder than any man she’d ever been with, but he sure as hell was no romantic. She regarded him coolly, trying to figure out if he was having a laugh at her expense. He appeared serious, though with Burke you never knew.
“You believe in true love. Why do I find that so hard to believe?”
“Because you’re a cynic, Sophie, like most people these days. Your heart is hard, and so is your soul. People like Erin are a rare commodity. She’s kept her heart open and her soul unspoiled by the harshness of the age. No wonder Bradley is falling for her. Women like that are very rare indeed.”
Another pang of jealousy shot through Sophie. Since they’d arrived in India, she’d come to realize her friend had been offered a far better deal than she had. She’d landed mister dreamy, while she had to make due with this big lug, and while Sophie didn’t begrudge her friend the nookie—she’d had plenty of that herself in the past twenty-four hours—she did find it hard to accept she might have found just what she’d been looking for in the arms of prince charming.
“I don’t buy it,” she grumbled, hugging her knees. “The guy is simply too good to be true. A billionaire, handsome as fuck and charming as well? There’s gotta be a catch somewhere.” She looked up at Burke, hopeful. “Tell me, Burke. Is Bradley really too good to be true, or is he the real deal?”
Burke shrugged noncommittally. He so didn’t want to go there. He’d already told this woman more than he should have. She was a great lay, granted, but she had a nasty streak he didn’t care about.
“Bradley… has issues,” he finally admitted, “just like we all do. He is human, after all, and blessed—and cursed—with the same human traits and frailties we all possess.”
“Cut the crap, Burke,” Sophie grunted. “What’s his angle, huh? What is he doing out here in the middle of nowhere? Why isn’t he at home counting his billions?”
He smirked. “Are you asking me what his intentions are? What are you, Erin’s mom?”
“No, I’m not her mother,” she said nastily, “but I am her best friend, and I’ll be damned if I let some asshole take advantage of her.”
Burke almost choked in his guffaw. This woman really had a nerve. If anyone was taking advantage of Erin, it was her. He didn’t voice the thought, however. He’d been staring at her tits as they wiggled with every movement she made, and his cock was straining at the leash to have another go at that fine pussy. She might be something of a bitch, but she was one fine fuck.
“Look, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Bradley is a fine upstanding guy who’s got nothing but the best in mind for Erin. But he’s also a man on a mission, and he won’t leave this place before that
“Everything,” she said moodily. “I want it all. Relationship, love, commitment, the whole enchilada, Burke.” She scoffed. “Listen to me. One week ago I was perfectly happy with my life, and now suddenly I want what other people have.”
“You mean, you want what Erin has,” he pointed out.
“I guess I do.” She shook her head disgustedly. “Fuck, I didn’t even know true love actually existed. I laughed in Erin’s face when she brought it up. She’s always been the hopeless romantic, you know. And I always told her she was full of shit. Now look who was full of shit.”
“You’re not full of shit,” he said, wishing he could light his cigar again. He never could do the touchy-feely thing without the right amount of either nicotine or caffeine.
“You know that she told me she came to India to find her soulmate? I thought it was a joke. I mean, soulmates? Really? Just a crock of shit, right? Who believes in soulmates in this day and age?”
“I do.”
Sophie stared at the man, hard. Burke might be a lot of things, amongst which was his capability to make her come harder than any man she’d ever been with, but he sure as hell was no romantic. She regarded him coolly, trying to figure out if he was having a laugh at her expense. He appeared serious, though with Burke you never knew.
“You believe in true love. Why do I find that so hard to believe?”
“Because you’re a cynic, Sophie, like most people these days. Your heart is hard, and so is your soul. People like Erin are a rare commodity. She’s kept her heart open and her soul unspoiled by the harshness of the age. No wonder Bradley is falling for her. Women like that are very rare indeed.”
Another pang of jealousy shot through Sophie. Since they’d arrived in India, she’d come to realize her friend had been offered a far better deal than she had. She’d landed mister dreamy, while she had to make due with this big lug, and while Sophie didn’t begrudge her friend the nookie—she’d had plenty of that herself in the past twenty-four hours—she did find it hard to accept she might have found just what she’d been looking for in the arms of prince charming.
“I don’t buy it,” she grumbled, hugging her knees. “The guy is simply too good to be true. A billionaire, handsome as fuck and charming as well? There’s gotta be a catch somewhere.” She looked up at Burke, hopeful. “Tell me, Burke. Is Bradley really too good to be true, or is he the real deal?”
Burke shrugged noncommittally. He so didn’t want to go there. He’d already told this woman more than he should have. She was a great lay, granted, but she had a nasty streak he didn’t care about.
“Bradley… has issues,” he finally admitted, “just like we all do. He is human, after all, and blessed—and cursed—with the same human traits and frailties we all possess.”
“Cut the crap, Burke,” Sophie grunted. “What’s his angle, huh? What is he doing out here in the middle of nowhere? Why isn’t he at home counting his billions?”
He smirked. “Are you asking me what his intentions are? What are you, Erin’s mom?”
“No, I’m not her mother,” she said nastily, “but I am her best friend, and I’ll be damned if I let some asshole take advantage of her.”
Burke almost choked in his guffaw. This woman really had a nerve. If anyone was taking advantage of Erin, it was her. He didn’t voice the thought, however. He’d been staring at her tits as they wiggled with every movement she made, and his cock was straining at the leash to have another go at that fine pussy. She might be something of a bitch, but she was one fine fuck.
“Look, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Bradley is a fine upstanding guy who’s got nothing but the best in mind for Erin. But he’s also a man on a mission, and he won’t leave this place before that
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