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“I’m fine,” I assured. “Aubrey was special, and you love her.”
He didn’t reply, but I could see I was losing him, so I changed the subject. “What happens if I don’t do what you ask?”
A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips. “Then I do something to you that I like, but you may not like it as much.”
I raised my brows. “Like what? I was tempted at the spa, but I was so turned on.”
“I know you were,” he said in a low tone that made me tingle all over. “Let’s leave that for when it happens.” He leaned over the tub and pecked my lips. I pressed in to kiss him longer, and he gave me a surprised expression, as if he didn’t know how fascinated I was by him.
“Damn, I want to fuck you so bad. I’m torturing myself.” He pulled the cushioned stool over and sat on the side of the tub. “Open your legs.”
I gapped them open, and he rolled up his sleeve and placed his hand in the tub. He boldly stroked my clitoris and teased my entrance. I was hot and desperate as he played with me.
“Then please fuck me, Paul. Virginity isn’t an asset, right?”
He stopped touching me and frowned. “I’m sorry about telling you that, Nadia. I hated the idea of you selling your virginity to some fetish scumbag who just wanted to get off. Sharing your body with someone the first time is special.”
“That’s not what I meant, Paul—”
“No, Nadia. I’d feel guilty taking something so precious from you. I’ve already taken so much. I wanted to make your first time memorable since you’ve chosen to give yourself to me instead of…”
My stomach twisted in knots. Paul didn’t finish the words, but I knew what he meant. He meant I chose to give it to him—a man who doesn’t love me.
He scrubbed a hand down his face and went over to stand near the doorway. He sighed heavily. “I’ll wait for you in theliving room. Tricia, your shopper, has your clothes for the trip. You can finish your bath.”
“But why can’t you stay? You just got here. Are you no longer enjoying my bath?”
“I’m enjoying you, Nadia. However, I think you need me to slow down—”
“No, I don’t. I want you to be natural with me. If you want to touch me more, or have sex with me, you should do it. You didn’t even kiss me before you’re out the door.”
“Nadia….” Paul hesitated to say more. It was as if he was trying to work out what to say not to hurt me. But his demeanor had changed from a playful lover to a stricter businessman with his client. I tried to make our time passionate and romantic, while he wanted his structure, his distance.
I pursed my lips and stood quickly, splashing water over the side of the tub.
“I know you don’t love me. I only hoped you’d be thoughtful and affectionate, not cold and distant. Since you left me in bed last time, all I’ve been thinking about was how much I missed you and wanted to see you again. I don’t need or want to go to Paris; all I wanted was for you to spend time with me and maybe like me a little bit.”
My eyes stung, and I grabbed a towel before running out of the bathroom. I went to the only room with most of my stuff: the walk-in closet.
Dropping to my knees, I wrapped my arms around my legs and hugged them as tears fell down my face.I don’t matter to him. He bought me. The money made me less.Mom was right. I was not cut out for an unemotional relationship. I’m too softhearted.
I swallowed against the lump blocking my throat. Paul shut me out to avoid any connection with me. He wanted to treat me like some business employee instead of someone he wantedto share his time with, and a part of me was sure I made him relaxed and happy.
The sound of the door cracking open had my pulse jumping. My tantrum wasn’t attractive, and I’d read it could be the first strike against me in these types of arrangements.Xander told me, too.But, of course, that was if the man even kept you after one. Paul Crane was a handsome, successful billionaire. He could easily replace me at any time.
“Give me a moment. I’m feeling emotional, but I’m sure it’ll pass,” I said, my voice strained.
Hearing my words made me sadder at just how low I’d gotten already. My desire to keep Paul outweighed my feelings. It wasn’t something I ever thought I’d do, and a sickening lurch ached in my stomach.Maybe Dad’s right. I needed to leave.
“I’m the one who needs to apologize. You’re sensitive, and I wasn’t, nor did I respect your feelings. I’m sorry, Nadia. I’ll do better.”
He’s apologizing?
“Come to me, Nadia.”
I turned my head, and my mouth dropped open.
Paul was naked.
