Page 12 of The Billionaire's Betrayal
“No problem.”
She chewed her bottom lip. “You’re a good guy, and I haven’t met many men like you in my lifetime.”
He rubbed his chin, and his eyes darkened. “I’m not the good guy you think I am.”
Her heart flipped in her chest. That’s exactly what a good guy would say. She stepped forward, close enough tocatch a whiff of his scent, a mix of clean soap with spices from the cologne he’d put on earlier, and to top it off, a blatant masculinity oozed from his every pore. “You don’t even know me and you’ve tried to make me feel comfortable. Thank you.”
He dipped his head lower, and she didn’t retreat. Her heart hammered in her chest, in her ears, in her throat. “Maybe I have ulterior motives.”
“Maybe I have them, too.” She’d just needed to come to terms with them. Her desire drilled through her, showing her who was boss. “I was thinking…you said you’d charge five hundred thousand a night, right?” she said, every part of her bursting with excitement.
His eyes darkened, the hint of a smile curling his lips. “Yes.”
Her stomach dipped to the floor, only to bounce back and drop again. “Well, what a coincidence,” she said, doing her best to sound in control. To sound like the Madam Alexa people read about, shrewd and seductive, unlike the insecure woman who’d inhabited her soul all these years. A sad, lonely woman who was about to take a risk. “That’s what I charge, too. So maybe we can call it even and just enjoy each other?”
