One Night with the Billionaire
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“I know,” she whispers.
My jaw tightens.
“I don’t like the way he looks at you.”
She swallows. “It’s not like that.”
“It is,” I say. “And you know it.”
She doesn’t argue.
I step closer, just enough to feel her breath.
“I’m not going to fight him for you,” I say quietly. “But I’m also not going to step back because he feels something he shouldn’t.”
Her eyes widen slightly.
I lift a hand, brushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
“Ruby,” I say, voice low. “I want you.”
Her breath hitch tells me everything.
“And unless you tell me to stop,” I murmur, “I’m not going anywhere.”
She whispers, “I’m not telling you to stop.”
Heat punches through me.
I take her hand in mine.
And I don’t let go.
Team Billionaire vs Team Boy-Next-Door
SEXY NINE GROUP CHAT
Ava renamed the chat
Ava:
EVAN LOOKS LIKE HE GOT HIT BY A BUS OF FEELINGS
Trey:
Ruby
Blink twice if the billionaire dragged you to his lair
Ruby:
NOBODY DRAGGED ANYONE
STOP SCENARIO-BUILDING
Sienna:
Girl