Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
No, it wasn’t, Ilse thought darkly, even though she knew his choice of term was probably more accurate.
“Let’s have lunch together later.”
“No.”
“And after your last tour, whatever time it ends, let’s have a nightcap at Café Alles, ja?”
“No.”
Switching from Dutch to English, the billionaire murmured dulcetly, “I love how you pretend you don’t want to be with me, babe. It just makes me want you more.”
And that had been the start of Ilse’s unconventional relationship with the billionaire.
Then again, she wasn’t sure if ‘relationship’ was even the right word. It had been three weeks since then, and the billionaire had changed her life so much she barely recognized it herself.
In the past three weeks, Ilse had found herself spending almost as much time with the billionaire as she had with Jan. He dropped by the office almost every day to have lunch with her, and in the evenings he would wait for her last tour to end before taking her to Café Alles, which had become their favorite haunt.
And then there were the calls, Ilse thought uneasily. The billionaire called her several times a day, and not once had he sounded bored with their conversations. Those calls were the sweetest, the loveliest, the most exciting, and more often than not the billionaire would seduce her with his knowledge of literature, quoting everything from Shakespeare to Fitzgerald, Freud to Sun Tzu, and when she was struggling with a rare bout of migraine, the billionaire would effectively lull her to sleep by reading the local news to her...in English, French, Spanish, German, or Japanese.
It depended on his mood, really.
He was doing so much to make her feel good, and wasn’t that what people in a relationship were supposed to do?
Chapter Five
Jaak closed his eyes as he listened to the familiar sounds of Ilse getting ready to take a shower. Four weeks, the billionaire thought to himself broodingly. They had been seeing each other for four weeks now, and it was the craziest four weeks of his adult life.
Four minutes were usually all it took for him to have a woman naked and willing under him, but in the past four weeks, Jaak hadn’t even managed to have a taste of Ilse’s succulent lips. The crazy woman had demanded he did not make a single attempt to kiss or physically seduce her in any way until she told him it was “okay” to do so. And he had agreed because it was also the only way he could likewise secure her promise to never refuse his calls, messages, or invitations to go out.
Through the phone, which Ilse had set to loudspeaker, Jaak heard the telltale whoosh of the shower curtains being swept open, and he stiffened.
A second later, and he heard the sound of water blasting out of the shower. His cock stiffened under his pants.
This is going to kill me one day, Jaak thought grimly as his cock turned harder by the second.
Another crazy promise Ilse had managed to wring out of him was to never look her up on Facebook or do anything that involved digging up facts about her. If he wanted to know something about her, he had to ask and he had to wait until she was ready to tell him so.
It was a condition the billionaire had trouble accepting at the start...until Ilse had desperately told him she was willing to do almost anything in exchange.
‘Almost anything’ proved to be irresistible magic words to his ears, and the unlimited possibilities it represented had the billionaire swiftly making up his mind and saying yes.
Only now his request seemed to be backfiring, the billionaire thought with a grimace. Among other things, he had asked Ilse to let him listen to her shower, and the experience was as much a sensual pleasure as it was an excruciating torture.
What the fuck had he gotten himself into?
IT WAS A FEW MINUTES past five when Ilse sleepily pressed the button to switch the call to loudspeaker and left her phone on the sink before stepping into the shower. As water cascaded down Ilse’s naked body, the knowledge that Jaak de Konigh was listening to her have her shower gradually aroused her into consciousness.
Running the soap over her body, she tried but failed not to imagine it was the billionaire washing her, caressing her. Her fingers accidentally grazed her nipples, and finding them sensitive and erect had her gasping, her eyes flying open.
How could she be so turned on with just the thought of the billionaire’s touch?
Furious and mortified, she quickly finished her shower and as she rubbed herself dry with a towel, her glance absently strayed to her phone.
Could he still be there? He had actually never hung up on her before, but who knew if he changed his mind?
“J-Jaak?”
Ilse’s breathless voice as she returned to the line made the billionaire thankful that he was already inside his limousine, effectively hiding his bulging erection from view.