truth or make something up on the spot. If I told him that I wanted to bite him, he’d probably take me inside the cab. That was something I wasn’t ready for― not now, not ever― so I opted for a semi-lie.
“Why did you take me to a sports game and not a dinner or somewhere most people take others on dates?”
He let out a rich throaty laugh. “I thought that’d be simple. You’re the daughter of gazillionaires . I thought you’d be sick of all that fine dining by now. And plus, basketball is a great sport… to watch.”
I laughed, nodding in agreement. “Fine dine restaurants are so cliché.”
“Exactly.”
As soon as we stepped inside his apartment, Ryan grabbed me and pinned me up against the wall, pressing his bulge right against my sensitive spot. Was this guy horny all the time? A hand slowly travelled down my chest, down my stomach, then cupped me between the legs. I sucked in a sharp breath as a cunning grin spread across his face.
“I can’t wait to get inside here,” he whispered, giving me a gentle squeeze. My insides burst alight. The area between my legs throbbed, begging for his bare touch. He let go and pressed himself harder against me. My legs parted willingly, eager for him to be closer.
“Touch me,” I whispered, arching my back to close the small gap between us.
Ryan ran his fingers gently along the top of my jeans, lightly grazing my bare stomach. I tensed every time he past my most sensitive parts.
He leaned over and kissed my cheek, then trailed smaller kisses down to my throat, all the while still running his fingers lightly across my skin. I let out a breathless moan.
“Mr. Fox?”
Ryan immediately stilled, dropped his hand and took a step back, looking over his shoulder to see who’d interrupted us. Staring up at him was a petite, white-haired lady wearing a white apron.
“Ahh, Rose, I almost forgot you were here. I think we should buy you a small bell so that I can hear you approaching,” he teased, turning his whole body around so that he was facing the woman.
I looked curiously between the two of them but Rose showed no sign of taking offense to his comment.
“I heard you come home. I just wanted to let you know that everything is ready and waiting.”
“ Thank you , and is it all as we planned?”
“Yes. I think she will be very pleased.” Rose shot one look at me and offered me a polite smile. Was I the ‘ she ’ she was referring too?
“Brilliant, Rosy. You are magnificent. Oh, and yes, this is the one and only Evangeline Montgomery,” he said to her. Then turned to me, “and Evangeline, this is the fabulous Rose Hernandez, my housekeeper and tonight, the most fantastic person alive.”
Rose and I shook hands and nodded politely at one another while questions floated around inside my head. What on earth had Ryan so ecstatic? What had he asked his housekeeper to do?
“Isn’t she just beautiful, Rose?” Ryan said in a barely audible whisper as we began following the housekeeper down the large hall. Ryan held my hand as I listened to their quiet conversation the entire way and stared at the amazing apartment Ryan owned. I wondered if he’d decorated it himself or paid someone do it. Maybe he’d gotten Rose to do that too? A tiny smile crept up as I pictured Ryan asking his housekeeper to decorate his place. The interior design would have Amelie drooling in awe.
“You are very lucky to have her, Mr. Fox. I can see that she has a very gentle and precious soul. I just ask that you take good care of her,” Rose replied in almost a whisper but it was so quiet in the hallway that I was able to hear it. Ryan gave my hand a squeeze.
“I am very lucky indeed,” Ryan mumbled as we stopped in front of a doorway.
The room in front of us was dark. Only the flickering of orange candlelight filled the room. Ryan stepped to one side so I could get through. Wow . It was just beautiful.
One side of the wall was made completely out of glass, overlooking
“Why did you take me to a sports game and not a dinner or somewhere most people take others on dates?”
He let out a rich throaty laugh. “I thought that’d be simple. You’re the daughter of gazillionaires . I thought you’d be sick of all that fine dining by now. And plus, basketball is a great sport… to watch.”
I laughed, nodding in agreement. “Fine dine restaurants are so cliché.”
“Exactly.”
As soon as we stepped inside his apartment, Ryan grabbed me and pinned me up against the wall, pressing his bulge right against my sensitive spot. Was this guy horny all the time? A hand slowly travelled down my chest, down my stomach, then cupped me between the legs. I sucked in a sharp breath as a cunning grin spread across his face.
“I can’t wait to get inside here,” he whispered, giving me a gentle squeeze. My insides burst alight. The area between my legs throbbed, begging for his bare touch. He let go and pressed himself harder against me. My legs parted willingly, eager for him to be closer.
“Touch me,” I whispered, arching my back to close the small gap between us.
Ryan ran his fingers gently along the top of my jeans, lightly grazing my bare stomach. I tensed every time he past my most sensitive parts.
He leaned over and kissed my cheek, then trailed smaller kisses down to my throat, all the while still running his fingers lightly across my skin. I let out a breathless moan.
“Mr. Fox?”
Ryan immediately stilled, dropped his hand and took a step back, looking over his shoulder to see who’d interrupted us. Staring up at him was a petite, white-haired lady wearing a white apron.
“Ahh, Rose, I almost forgot you were here. I think we should buy you a small bell so that I can hear you approaching,” he teased, turning his whole body around so that he was facing the woman.
I looked curiously between the two of them but Rose showed no sign of taking offense to his comment.
“I heard you come home. I just wanted to let you know that everything is ready and waiting.”
“ Thank you , and is it all as we planned?”
“Yes. I think she will be very pleased.” Rose shot one look at me and offered me a polite smile. Was I the ‘ she ’ she was referring too?
“Brilliant, Rosy. You are magnificent. Oh, and yes, this is the one and only Evangeline Montgomery,” he said to her. Then turned to me, “and Evangeline, this is the fabulous Rose Hernandez, my housekeeper and tonight, the most fantastic person alive.”
Rose and I shook hands and nodded politely at one another while questions floated around inside my head. What on earth had Ryan so ecstatic? What had he asked his housekeeper to do?
“Isn’t she just beautiful, Rose?” Ryan said in a barely audible whisper as we began following the housekeeper down the large hall. Ryan held my hand as I listened to their quiet conversation the entire way and stared at the amazing apartment Ryan owned. I wondered if he’d decorated it himself or paid someone do it. Maybe he’d gotten Rose to do that too? A tiny smile crept up as I pictured Ryan asking his housekeeper to decorate his place. The interior design would have Amelie drooling in awe.
“You are very lucky to have her, Mr. Fox. I can see that she has a very gentle and precious soul. I just ask that you take good care of her,” Rose replied in almost a whisper but it was so quiet in the hallway that I was able to hear it. Ryan gave my hand a squeeze.
“I am very lucky indeed,” Ryan mumbled as we stopped in front of a doorway.
The room in front of us was dark. Only the flickering of orange candlelight filled the room. Ryan stepped to one side so I could get through. Wow . It was just beautiful.
One side of the wall was made completely out of glass, overlooking
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