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He cuts me off then with a measured look.
“Butwhywere you in there, Paisley? Were you looking for something? Or just stretching your legs?”
My heart’s racing double-time now and my cheeks flush as I thank the Lord above that the camera was so small that it must have been invisible to him. After all, I had it clasped in my palm the entire time I was in the master suite, and never got it set up.
“Oh, I was just looking for something,” I say. “Tatum misplaced one of her toys and I thought maybe it was in your room. She wanted me to look for it for her.”
He nods judiciously.
“Well, it’s unlikely, but then again, anything’s possible since my daughter has full run of this place. Which toy was it?” he asks.
“The doll with the red hair,” I fib quickly. “But no worries! I think I know where it is. It’s in the toy chest in her room. In fact, I’m positive I saw it there just now.”
Mr. Landry’s eyes sparkle a little as if he knows I’m telling a lie, but thankfully, he doesn’t call me out on it. “So you were in my room,” he continues in a low voice. “And you saw what I was doing.”
I nod, my cheeks flaming scarlet.
“I had no idea you were there,” I whisper. “I swear, Mr. Landry. I thought you’d already gone out for the night.”
“I had,” he intones in a low voice. “But I forgot my phone, so I came back to get it. You didn’t hear me let myself in.”
I swallow thickly, unable to tear my gaze from that crystal blue one.
“I didn’t, and I’m sorry,” is my whisper. “I shouldn’t have gone into your room, lost toy or not.”
Mr. Landry smiles then, flashing even white teeth, and suddenly, I have the feeling that he knows exactly what he’s doing, reeling me in like this. After all, Brad’s an alpha male with decades on me, and not only that, but decades of experience romancing women. The billionaire knows exactly how to stalk his prey, and the helpless feeling coursing through my veins is unsettling, but also thrilling at once.
The handsome man shoots me another look, his blue eyes playful this time.
“No, it’s fine, Paisley, because I wanted you to see. That should be obvious by now.”
Oh my God, what do I say? I swallow hard again, but then nod shyly.
“I wanted to see as well, Mr. Landry,” is my soft acknowledgment. “I won’t lie.”
“So you liked it?” he asks.
I have no idea what to answer because what if he thinks I’m a slut? But then again, maybe Iama slut. Maybe I have a naughty side that’s just waiting to show itself under the right circumstances. I nod, cheeks flaming while my thighs squeeze together at the wetness pooling there.
“I did like it,” I confirm. “It was hot.”
With that, Mr. Landry nods, looking even more dominating and handsome than ever. His bronzed features are prominent, and there are harsh streaks across those high cheekbones. He seems thoughtful, as if balancing on a precipice, but then he turns to me with barely-controlled restraint in those blue eyes.
“But you’re not eighteen yet, are you, Paisley?” he manages in a strained voice. “That’s why I can’t touch you, honey. I’d love to because you’re beautiful, sensuous, and utterly irresistible to men. But even I have limits, and that includes waiting until the time is right. For you, that time hasn’t come yet.”
“But I’m almost there,” I whisper. “Almost.”
He quirks a black brow at me.
“When’s your birthday?”
I color.
“Well, actually … tomorrow.”
Mr. Landry advances on me then, his broad form so tall and wide that he blocks out the kitchen light. Before I realize it, he’s right next to me and I can literally feel body heat emanating in waves from that massive form.
“Tomorrow?” he growls.
