Argentinian Billionaire (Blood and Thunder 2)

“Of course,” she said brightly. She had to be.

“I’ll see you in the arena,” he said, with about as much emotion as if they’d been discussing feed schedules.

She remained motionless as she watched him walk through the door. He looked amazing. He was amazing. And the Romani chieftain was sated for now.

Dante had other things to do, Rose reflected as she traced the abraded skin around her mouth. There wasn’t a part of her that didn’t throb with awareness of him, but he’d left her feeling completely alone.

When training finished that morning, he asked to see her in his office. To sack her? Or for more sex? As she hurried across the yard, she couldn’t believe she’d let things get so completely out of hand. She didn’t know what he wanted and had even less control over the situation. Going into the main administration block, she sucked in a deep, steadying breath and then knocked on his door.

She felt the tension in the room the moment she walked in. She braced herself to hear the worst.

“I want to discuss the arrangements I’ve made for you to go to Ireland.”

He completely took the wind out of her sails. She wanted to get down on the floor and kiss it—maybe even his feet. As her heart soared, she exclaimed, “Thank you.”

Dante shrugged, as if to say that this was a straightforward negotiation as far as he was concerned.

And now she was disappointed because he didn’t want her? What was wrong with her head? Dante had promised to keep his side of the bargain. He’d done so, and that was it, as far as he was concerned.

She’d hoped for something more, Rose silently admitted, even though her sensible head said something more had never been on the table. Dante had always been clear about that.

She tried to concentrate as he gave her chapter and verse of how and when his private jet would take her to Ireland, where land transport would be made available.

His jet! His private jet! She would never get used to his world.

“That’s wonderful—”

“That’s enough,” he countered, dismissing her gratitude with a wave of his hand.

She listened to the rest of his instructions, nodding and murmuring her thanks where appropriate, but she couldn’t help wondering if his coolness meant last night had been a one-off. He didn’t seem exactly overwhelmed by lust. Maybe she’d been a disappointment to him. And how did that make her feel?

“Are you listening to me, Rose?”

Dante’s sharp tone jerked her out of her reveries. “Of course. I can’t thank you enough.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” he murmured. “Come here—but lock the door first, before—”

She blinked. “Before what?”

“Before you take your breeches off.”

“Has the cost of aviation fuel just gone up?”

A lift of his brow silenced her. “Lock the door,” he repeated.

“I could have saved time by accepting your first offer six months ago.”

“When I offered to fuck you? If you don’t want me to…”

Who was she trying to kid? Rose thought as they stared each other down Once in lust with Dante, always in lust with Dante. She could theorize all she liked about resisting him, but no forbidden fruit had ever tasted as sweet as this.

“You know I do,” she admitted, cursing the tremor of excitement in her voice.

“Come here,” he murmured. “Breeches off. Or will I do that for you?”

She wanted sex. She was a healthy female with no ties to stop her. As Dante settled back in his chair to watch, she smoothed her hands slowly over her buttocks before freeing the button at the top of her zipper. Turning around, she arched her back, flaunting her backside. One good thing had come out of this. Dante had given her a confidence in her body she’d never felt before.

“Not yet.” She shook her head when he beckoned her toward him. She had decided to torture him as he so obviously enjoyed torturing her. After removing her shirt and bra, she cupped her breasts, holding them out like a gift. Dante took a sharp breath in. Encouraged, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slowly lowered them. Stepping out of them, she stood in front of him completely naked. Her turn to raise a brow.