The Billionaire by J R Ward

Author:J R Ward [Ward, J R]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781488076602
Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises Limited
Published: 2020-08-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

As Sean sat on the sofa, he had to hold on to the back of the damn thing to keep himself in place. He’d been fighting the urge to hug Lizzie since the moment she’d peaked out from between the blinds, and now that it looked as if she’d partially forgiven him, he wanted her against him so badly.

Plus she looked adorable in her baggy blue sweatshirt and those loose men’s boxer shorts.

A surreptitious glance at her smooth legs had him tightening his grip on the couch. Oh, man, he really didn’t trust himself to stay away from her. He was feeling the effects of a week of not sleeping on top of his manic rush to the airport, the hour-long flight and the drive into Southie.

So he was weak right now. Or rather, his hold on himself was weak.

What he wanted was to reconnect with her skin to skin and to hell with the talking. But he respected her too much to try and seduce her, and besides, it was clear she was wary of him, as well she might be. Hell, he was wary of himself. Nothing about this thing with her was making any sense to him, and when he felt off-kilter, he tended to get more aggressive, not less.

Letting his head go lax, he eased back into the cushions and eyed her from beneath his lids. She was pretty, her hair all disheveled, her face clean and a little shiny. She reminded him of things that were real, not pretension.

“You look exhausted,” she said.

“I am.”

“When does your plane leave?”

“Whenever I tell it to.”

Her eyes dropped away. “Oh…yes, of course.”

He waited for her to say something else. When she didn’t, he realized he hadn’t reached her far enough. His apology had been accepted, yes. But there was no going back.

So he should head out.

Sean sat up and put his hands on his knees, feeling as if there were an anvil on his chest. “Well, I—”

“Have you eaten?”

“Ah…no.”

“Would you like to? Because I owe you one. You made me breakfast.”

Okay…maybe there was a little light at the end of the tunnel. “I would love something. Thank you.”

She nodded once and turned away.

“Lizzie?”

Her eyes bounced around the living room, avoiding his. “Yes?”

He wanted to keep pressing the apology stuff until she not only believed him but forgave him for having had so little faith in her.

“I don’t care what it is. The breakfast, I mean. I’ll love whatever you give me.”

She nodded and turned away. As he watched her go, he let his head fall back again and he closed his eyes. Just for a moment.

He wasn’t sure what woke him up or how long he’d been asleep, but it was still dark out when he came to. As he shifted and looked around, his neck was stiff and his jacket was wrinkled. There was a quilt around his legs as well as a plate with a sandwich on it and a glass of water on the table next to him.

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