Page 58 of This Bitter Sweet Temptation
Why the actual hell does hethinkI want to speak to him after his crappy attitude nearly blew it?
It was going so well, too.
Just stupid.
Doesn’t hewantto ditch the egg so he can be free of me? Obviously, he doesn’t want to do this.
And the feeling’s mutual.
I’m pounding through the lobby, rushing out to the sidewalk, not paying attention to the ground, which suddenly feels uneven.
Pain.
A sharp bite rips through my ankle.
I pitch forward and go down hard.
My hands scrape the asphalt with a bone-shaking impact.
“Cleopatra!”
He’s behind me again. Just in time to watch me make a total ass of myself.Just awesome.
Mad, shameful tears fog my eyes when I scramble up to sit and see my broken heel.
Holy hell, bad omen.
Bad day.
Bad man, rushing to peel me up off the pavement, ignoring me when I slap at his arm.
“Get off me!” I bite off weakly.
He doesn’t.
Not until I’m standing again and steady under his big arms.
I hate that he helps.
I hate it even more when he hesitates to turn me loose.
“Let’s get out of here,” he mutters, already punching in a text for the valet who parked the car.
The car pulls up a minute or two later and Holden jerks the passenger door open for me. His eyes linger on me the whole time as I climb in, rattled and ego-crushed.
I don’t dare look at him the whole way back to the penthouse.
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FORTUNE FAVORS THE BOLD (HOLDEN)
Ifucked up.
I know I’ve fucked up.
I’d have to be blind, deaf, and dumb to miss it when it hits and bounces off my head like a rock.
Hell, I wonder if Cleo would notice if I was spontaneously struck senseless. Because ever since we left Fairfax’s lair, she hasn’t looked at me once.
