The Proposition_A Sexy Billionaire Romance by JC Harroway

Author:JC Harroway [Harroway, JC]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 48655483
Publisher: Harlequin Dare
Published: 2019-11-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

Orla

I LOOK AWAY from the view of the Persian Gulf from my office window in Dubai’s International Financial Centre and try to refocus on the business proposal on the computer screen when all I can see is Cam’s face, his sexy, playful grin and his sparkly eyes, which always seem alight with animation.

Somewhere between leaving Zurich after our thrilling heli-skiing trip and arriving in Dubai, I’ve experienced a seismic shift—I can’t seem to get Cam off my mind, as my current daydream proves. It’s almost as if my mind is sick of numbers and craves the intrusion. As if he’s there because he belongs. Because I want his presence in more than my bed. But that’s crazy...

Is it because he finally opened up to me, telling me about his loss and his childhood, which must have been far removed from my own? Is it because seeing his pain, filling in the gaps, makes me desperate to help him overcome the issues holding him back? I’m certain it was his father who left him the inheritance. The timeline fits, and the fact that he doesn’t seem to care if he loses every cent. That money represents more than a life-changing windfall. For him, it’s tainted, tangled up in rejection and pain and resentment. Even when he seems to be enjoying it, living a lifestyle most people would jump at in a heartbeat, deep down I’m certain Cam would be equally happy to return to his life before.

Cam’s in pain. He’s hurting. The big-spending gambler I first met is far removed from the real Cam North. The real Cam gives a wicked foot massage. The real Cam takes the time to talk and, more importantly, to really listen. The real Cam is a roll-up-your-sleeves kind of man: a man who loves the simple things in life—an ice-cold beer on a sunny day, a view of the sunset, throwing a ball for a delighted dog.

As fascinating and addictive as he is complex.

I push away from my desk in self-disgust, admitting my productivity is done for the day, and head to the hotel for a shower. As I turn on the water, tie up my hair and strip off, I berate myself further. It’s one thing to care about the wonderful, thoughtful and capable man I’m sleeping with—after all, I’m not a robot, despite what my ex-husband thinks—but to allow it to interfere with my work?

I’ve never once struggled with focus before, so why now? And why to this degree? There could be any number of explanations: jet lag, too much of what Cam likes to call playing hard, the pesky burn-out, which seems to be getting stronger, not lessening as I’d hoped.

But I suspect it’s just Cam. Clearly I underestimated how much of a distraction a man like him could be—stupid, stupid Orla.

Thinking about him has an inevitable effect on my body and I turn the water to cool to douse the reaction. Perhaps there’s such a thing as too much sex?

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