Seducing the Billionaire -- Top 5 Favorite Scenes
I started sharing these on my blog (and social media accounts) just for fun. Then, quite honestly, completely forgot to share the rest on my blog, because I haven't had a blog in a while. So, I decided to give these a page all their own. Because I can. :)
I hope you enjoy.
I hope you enjoy.
From chapter 3...
She set her cue on the edge of the table and closed the minuscule space between them. Opened her mouth, ready to ask him, again, what he wanted, and reached up, aiming to rest her hand against his chest.
Before she even made contact, his hand shot out, catching her wrist. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his body taut as a bowstring. His gaze danced over hers, a wild, anxious searching. After a moment, he drew a breath and released it, some of the stiffness leaving his body.
“Shit.” He dropped her hand, raking his fingers through his hair instead. A quiet laugh rumbled out of him. “And that right there is why.”
Were those the complications he’d mentioned earlier? He’d said it almost as a warning.
From chapter six...
He smiled, gentle and charming, and touched her shoulder, stroking the pad of his thumb along the muscle. “Have to admit I’m sorry to see you go. I was hoping once I locked the doors for the night, I’d come into the ballroom to find you still searching for a partner. I am seriously going to kick Hunt’s ass the next time I see him.”
He winked and Jenna couldn’t help her soft laugh. God, why couldn’t she have ended up with him tonight? “You’re an incorrigible flirt, aren’t you?”
“Guilty as charged.” He laughed again, but his humor faded as quickly as it came. He lifted his wrist and glanced at his watch. “Come on. The ferry’s next run is in about twenty minutes.”
From chapter 11…
Her gaze darted over his face, uncertainty screaming from the depths of her eyes. After a moment, she drew up straight. “Would you rather I leave?”
He’d hurt her, and he hated himself for it, but wasn’t it for the best?
“No, but I’m not sure this is something I’m capable of yet.” He turned back to the mirror, staring at his reflection. Familiar, empty eyes stared back at him. “You shouldn’t even want to be here. I tried to warn you.”
She was silent a moment. A long, gut-wrenching moment. Then she turned toward the mirror. “Hunter?”
He made himself meet her gaze. He owed her that much.
She smiled. Soft. Warm. Drawing him in in the time it took him to drag in a breath. “I’m not afraid of you.”
From chapter 12...
He stood and moved to the dresser, picked up the rose he’d cut from one of his grandmother’s bushes before his shower. After setting the rose on the pillow beside her, he returned to the dresser. There, he pulled a business card from his wallet and scribbled a note onto the back.
This is me. Your move.
From chapter 15...
Overwhelmed by the power of it all, his knees buckled out from under him, and he sank onto the end of the bed behind him. Shaking all over now, he dropped his forehead to her chest. “Jesus.”
She stroked the back of his head, fingers slipping into his hair and gliding along his scalp. As if he were a child. Or perhaps someone she cherished.
He hadn’t a damn clue how to tell her what she’d given him. He only knew one thing for certain. It was a hell of a complication to their agreed upon terms, too. Terms she’d set firmly only a week ago.
He was falling in love with her.