Billionaire Unveiled

By: J.S. Scott



I didn’t answer.

“And why in the hell are you carrying around an economy sized box of rubbers?”

I still didn’t answer.

To be honest, I was uncommonly uncertain what to say. Normally, I didn’t carry a box of raincoats. It had been an impulse buy, a gut instinct before I came here, and I had no idea what was economy sized. Obviously, the box I’d bought was overkill.

Maybe I’d been hoping I’d meet a nice guy and have a fling while I was in a beach town where most people were hanging out to have a nice time. I’d definitely learned that even committed relationships didn’t always last, and weren’t always good.

I shrugged. “Why not?”

He shook his head, but he kept the box as he headed toward the door. “You can stay. One week. We re-evaluate after that.”

He didn’t sound happy about the situation at all, but at least he wasn’t going to throw me out of his house. Muscles that I didn’t realize were tense suddenly relaxed. “Thanks.”

“My decision has nothing to do with the sex,” he added hastily.

“Of course not,” I agreed. “And I haven’t told you exactly when I’d decide to have sex with you. I’m waiting to see your kinder side.”

“Then tell me now.” His nostrils flared with irritation or something like it as he stared at me. “And just FYI…this is my nicer side.”

“I can’t tell you when we’ll have sex. I only know I want to.”

He turned and started to leave the room without saying a word.

“Where are you going?” I asked curiously.

Without turning back toward me, he mumbled, “To take a damn shower.”

I let out a relieved breath as he disappeared from sight, wondering what the hell kind of devil’s bargain I’d just made with Xander Sinclair.

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