Page 119 of Filthy Hot Billionaire
I could be that person. I knew I could. The real question was whether or not I was ready for it now or if I required more time in a classroom to increase my business acumen.
It would’ve been so easy to give in and say screw it to higher learning, but there was always the rational side of my brain that I had to contend with. What happened if it didn’t work out? With the job or with Knox? Where would I be then? From the day I moved out of my father’s house, I’d promised myself I would never be dependent on another person.
My gaze swung around the lavish bedroom I now occupied. I exhaled heavily.
“And just how is that working out for you?” I whispered in the otherwise silent room.
Closing my eyes, I succumbed to the sleep I’d been fighting all night long.
Several hours later, I was dragged from a perfectly good dream by a light knock on my bedroom door.
Figuring it was Stewart offering the breakfast in bed I’d still not received since my arrival, I grumbled and rolled over, covering my head with the pillow. Eventually, if I didn’t answer, he would go away.
Another soft knock came a second later.
Maybe not.
“I’m coming in.”
At the sound of the deep voice, I instantly sat up in bed, brushing my hands over my hair, knowing there was nothing I could do in time to fix myself for his presence but making a desperate attempt anyway.
“I hope you’re decent, love.”
Decent? Not even in the same vicinity. In fact, I was naked.
I grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to cover my naked breasts, wondering why I’d been so daring as to sleep in the nude last night. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, something I’d never done until the night before. I would have to rethink this daring thing if I was going to have company early in the morning.
“What are you … uh…?” One look at Kieran O’Rourke and my mouth dried up instantly.
His smile was radiant, almost as resplendent as his attractive face. The hard line of his jaw and the deep slashes of his eyebrows made him appear dark and dangerous and oh so sexy.
Today he was wearing a button-down black shirt with black slacks. He was gloriously male, something I found ridiculously appealing, and seeing him was like an unexpected punch to the gut.
And then it all came rushing back. The way I’d seduced him in the living room, right there where anyone could’ve walked in. The way I’d taken him in my mouth… I could still feel the velvet length of him against my tongue. But it had been the way he’d fucked me so ruthlessly that was forever seared into my brain.
“Good morning, love,” he greeted, stepping into my personal space and looking around. “Sleep well?”
“I … uh … yes. If you’ll … um … wait for me in the kitchen, I’ll get dressed and meet you there,” I said softly, unable to look away even as I prayed he didn’t listen to me. What I wanted was for him to strip and join me in this big bed. My body was primed and ready for him already, just from looking at him.
“I can’t do that,” he said, continuing to close the distance between us.
Clutching the sheet to my chest, I watched as Kieran walked through my room, making his way to the solid glass wall that overlooked the park. It was the best part of the bedroom. The view, that was. I hadn’t thought it could get any better until Kieran’s big, powerful body was silhouetted by the morning sunlight.
“I was asked to come get you,” he said, glancing back at me over his shoulder.
“How did you know I was here and not at school?”
“Your driver confirmed.”
Right. Crap. I would have to remember to tell my driver not to reveal my secrets. And Stewart. He wouldn’t tell.
Oh, who was I kidding? I was sure they were all loyal to Knox and no matter what I said, they would give the skinny if prompted.
Whatever.
“I haven’t made my decision yet,” I told him, knowing he meant that Knox had sent him.
Kieran turned to face me, smirked. “I should’ve prefaced by saying, I wasn’t given an option as to whether or not I’d bring you back.”
