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‘You’re... Look.’ I shake my head.
‘Yes?’ He’s intense.
‘You’re you,’ I say, shaking my head. ‘Billionaire, fa
mous, and I think you live in a very different world to me.’ My smile is an attempt to soften the rejection.
‘I’m not talking about marrying you,’ he says with a slow, purposeful wink. ‘I’m talking about you, me and all this chemistry...’
There’s something like relief in the admission—that he feels as I do. That our chemistry is mutual.
‘Chemistry isn’t a good enough excuse for me,’ I say, moving towards the door to my office as every single bone in my body wants me to throw myself at his chest.
My fingers curl around the doorknob and he’s there, a hand pressing to the wood panelling on one side of me, then the other, caging me, so that when I turn I’m imprisoned by his beautiful body. He’s so broad and tall, so strong and masculine. ‘Let me tell you something, Holly.’
My name on his lips is pure, sensual heat. I swallow, not sure if I’m capable of speaking.
‘You know what I think?’
I shake my head slightly. He catches my cheek in the palm of his hand, holding me still. His touch is like wildfire; it spreads flame through me.
‘You’re lonely. You want me. And I want you. So?’
There is truth in all those statements. Still, I can’t bring myself to admit that.
‘Noah.’ His name is a moan. ‘It’s clear that we’re attracted to one another. I’m not going to bother lying to you, or trying to hide it.’
His laugh is an arrogant agreement. ‘I’m glad to hear you say that.’
‘But you came to me for therapy...and I can’t ignore that.’
His eyes narrow. ‘You just told me you won’t take me on as a patient.’
I nod. ‘I meant that.’
‘So help me in this way,’ he demands.
My eyes sweep shut because it’s exactly what I want.
‘I need you to see someone else. I know a good doctor, Dr Chesser. I can make an appointment for you. I can help you in that way. Because I’m not going to be the reason you didn’t get the therapy you need. Got it?’
Anger flashes in his face.
I lift a hand to his chest. ‘I mean it, Noah.’
‘I don’t need fucking therapy.’
‘That’s your decision. But if you want me...then you’ll agree to this. You’ll agree to let Dr Chesser help you instead of me.’
His eyes lock on mine. I can see that he’s waging a war, a battle that is ancient and primal and all-important. Finally, he leans closer and his breath glances across my cheek. ‘And then you’ll be mine?’
I nod slowly, a frisson of awareness travelling the length of my body. ‘Yes.’ And I mean it, from deep within my heart.
It’s freezing cold when we emerge onto the street. My office is just around the corner from London Bridge. I’ve been here for the last three years; prior to that, I was in Mayfair. This is a far better commute, though—our home is a twenty-minute walk from the office and on days when Ivy is with her grandmother I prefer to walk. No matter the weather, I find it clears my mind. I walked this morning, though my mind isn’t feeling particularly clear right now.
He is right beside me. Not touching, but I feel everything. His breath, his thoughts—I feel all of him.
‘Here.’ He reaches onto the back of a motorbike and pulls off a helmet. My chest thumps.
