Page 38 of Be My Bride


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No sense getting excited about that compliment.

“Alright.” I open the door. Gesture to my face and neat clothes. “Now I look like a human being.”

Hansley straightens, his dark eyes caressing every inch of my body.

Heat slithers through the air, tightening around my spine the longer he stares at me.

Hansley juts his chin down once. “He’s an idiot.”

“What?”

“That punk. String Bean.” His eyes slam into mine. “He’s a freaking idiot.”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

Hansley follows me to the door, an even darker expression on his face now than was there five minutes ago.

I can feel his disapproval ramming into my back, but I try to ignore it. The hunky billionaire can’t always have his way. We’re in damage control mode. Our one night together is over. Time to pick up the pieces and see what I can do to get back to normal.

I open the door and nod at Thad. “Let’s go.”

“Great.” He reaches out to take my hand.

Hansley smacks Thad away.

I glare up at him, my eyebrows squeezing together. “Hansley, what—?”

Before I can finish, he wraps his arms around my waist and crushes his lips to mine.

Ten

Hansley

If Asia wants to entertain this punk, she can do whatever the hells she wants.

But I’m not going to make it easy.

Sweeping her into my arms, I crush her body to mine and kiss her.

Hard.

Her hands fall on my chest like she’ll push me back, but I only draw her deeper into me. A soft, feminine sound rumbles out of her—somewhere between a moan and a purr.

My blood boils.

Desire shoots through my veins, tightening every nerve.

She’s soft in my arms.

Molding to all of me.

Her curves rub against my hard body.

My heart thunders loud enough that the entire hotel can hear it.

She feels good.

Feels right.

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