Page 43 of Billionaire's Desire
“I had not seen you all day, and I wanted to give you an update on the Wheelers.”
“And it couldn’t wait?”
Fuck!
Not the answer I was expecting from her.
I think this was a mistake.
I should have stayed in my cabin.
She obviously did not want me here.
“It’s okay. I can go.” It is obvious that we are on two completely different pages. I thought she was warming up after all the confrontations, but I guess I assumed wrong.
She says something else which I don’t quite catch.
I turn around, ready to head back onto the yacht.
This was quite obviously a mistake.
“Please don’t. The guy threw me off. I actually really want to hear about the Wheelers.” She stops me in my tracks.
I let out a sigh of relief. “Are you sure?” I smirk. The last thing I would want is to be somewhere I am not needed.
“Positive.”
Her dainty wrist is wrapped around my hand.
The contact sends shivers of pleasure up and down my spine.
“Great,” I pull her hand and touch my palm to hers.
I feel a sense of comfort and warmth spread through me. Her skin is soft and delicate against mine, and I take note of the quiver in her hand as I hold it.
As I wrap my hand around hers, I feel a jolt of electricity shoot up my arm.
I like touching her.
Her hand is smaller than mine, but it fits perfectly within my grasp. I can feel the texture of her skin, and the slight tremble of her fingers as she holds onto me.
Looking at her, I can see the vulnerability in her eyes, and I know that this simple act of holding hands means a lot to her. It’s a gesture of intimacy and trust that I’m honored to share with her especially after the douchebag we just encountered.
“In that case, we can get drinks and talk at the bar?”
“Yes, please.”
I feel a surge of overprotectiveness spread through me as we walk, and I know that I want to keep holding her hand for as long as she’ll let me. At this moment, nothing else matters except for the two of us.
I realize that the simple act of holding her hand and her letting me hold hers is not just about physical contact, but about emotional support as well.
I want her to know that I’m here for her.
At the bar, I order the same bottle of merlot we almost went into war for, which for some reason completely amuses her.
And as soon as our drinks have been served up, I delve into details about the deal.
I’m so excited to tell her the news. I’ve been working on closing the deal with the Wheelers for days now, and it looks like it’s finally going to happen.
