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Was it possible that Millicent Longbourn wasn't the only female employee he had taken to bed?
But even if that were the case...
Why should it matter to her?
The perplexing state of her emotions had her so distracted and conflicted that Pippi ended up literally jumping in fright when, upon exiting the elevator, a deep voice came out of nowhere to murmur, "Welcome back, Ms. Jones."
Blimey!
"Mr. S-Simonides." Her voice came out a croak, the sight of him causing her heartbeat to race as if it were practicing for a marathon.
She had always been too busy to care much about boys - or men, for that matter - but now she realized it was only because none of those she met had been able to affect her the way Acheron Simonides did.
The billionaire lounged before her in a picture of effortless elegance, with the silky ebony locks of his hair still slightly wet and his sculpted frame dressed in a black, buttoned-up shirt and a pair of loose cotton slacks.
He was so blasted mesmerizing it was a struggle not to stare. He just wasn't like all the rich men she had the misfortune to meet, but neither could he be described as ordinary. He was just...unique, a man so obviously comfortable in his own skin that his powerful presence was made more magnetic by a seamless blend of sophistication and grittiness.
He was all that and more, which only meant one thing.
He really was a Greek god, and that made him completely out of her league.
The thought was super unoriginal, but it was also super apt, and Pippi was equally resigned and chagrined to feel the way her entire body trembled at the mere nearness of him.If only that night hadn't happened, she thought despairingly. Then she would've still been safely ignorant of this man's hotness and he, in turn, would be similarly unaware of her existence.
If that night hadn't happened, the Jones' curse wouldn't have found its way into her life, and she'd never have a forbidden taste of the hardness of his body, which Acheron was now revealing more and more of, with his buttons being loosened one at a time -
WAIT!
WHAT?
Pippi let out a yelp when she realized she wasn't daydreaming.
Acheron truly was undressing himself in front of her!
"Stop that!" But another button went loose, and she let out another gasp."What do you think you're doing?"
"Was I wrong,mikrí mou?"A voice of sham innocence, belied by the way his blasted eyes glinted with wicked amusement. "You were staring so hard I thought you wanted to see more."
Omigodomigodomigod!
"I w-was not," she stammered even as her face flamed with guilt.
"You're sure?" Another button popped free under his dexterous fingers, exposing more inches of the smooth hard wall of his chest.
Oh my God, those abs!
"S-stop undressing yourself."
He almost laughed at the tone of her words. Was she even aware of how reluctant she sounded? Schooling his expression into one of casual inquiry, he asked, "Do you mean I'll stop just for now?"
Lulled by his offhanded tone, she said, "Yes, just now—-" And then she realized what she was saying, and Pippi gasped, appalled and dismayed at how he was so easily confusing her. "What I mean is you should, umm—-" She finally managed to drag her gaze away from the tantalizing display of smooth hard skin. "You should just—-" Words failed her, and she nearly wailed, "Oh, you know what I mean!"
Acheron had to allow himself a laugh. She was just too damn delightful, and while her uniquely charming mix of bashful innocence and proud strength was proving to be a huge turn on, he also knew that trait of her was what made it essential he tread carefully from here on.
"Relax, little blusher..." He kept his voice deliberately soothing, knowing he had to take things slow and easy or risk scaring her away for good. The ploy worked, and he saw the tension easing from her figure as soon as he started buttoning his shirt.
Pippi tried not to feel conscious at the way the billionaire was staring at her. "What is it?"
His lips twisted ever so slightly. "I'm certain you wouldn't want to know the answer to that, Ms. Jones."
