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)
“Still here, babe,” Ilse heard the billionaire answer in that lovely, cultured English of his, “and wondering when I can fuck you.”
The sexy sound of his voice, combined with the dirty talk, made Ilse lose her hold on the towel, and she cursed under her breath.
“Ilse?”
“It’s all your fault,” Ilse grumbled. “You have an exceptionally rude mouth, mijnheer.”
Her dire tone didn’t fool the billionaire at all, and he laughed, saying, “Only because I know you like knowing that I can’t stop imagining you taking a shower.”
“I’m hanging up before you start jerking off.”
“If I ever pleasure myself, you’re welcome to listen.”
She said very clearly, “Pervert,” and his chuckle reached her just as she hung up, the sound, however brief, still succeeding in making her body tremble.
He was still the Devil Incarnate, Ilse thought gloomily, and she was the world’s greatest fool, to be still hanging out with a man such as him.
Her phone started ringing when she reached her workplace, right on cue as usual. For one full minute, she debated whether to answer it, but in the end, she still ended up succumbing to the temptation of hearing the billionaire’s voice.
“Hallo?” Her voice came out a grumble, Ilse hating the way she was so weak. It was just his voice! It wasn’t like the sound of it was vitamins!
The billionaire sighed, followed by his now-familiar tone of gentle reproof as he said, “If not hearing my voice puts you in such a mood, then stop punishing yourself and answer my call right away.”
Ilse’s lips slowly compressed.
“There you go again, babe. I can feel you punishing yourself again. You’re trying not to smile, aren’t you?”
Shit. How had he come to know her so easily even while he remained such an enigma to her?
After taking a silent deep breath, she managed to ask evenly, “Why did you call?”
“I’ll need to leave Amsterdam late tonight.”
Oh.
He was leaving.
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, and she supposed it didn’t. She had started researching about him, and one of the things she had found out was how his work took him everywhere in the world.
So no, that he would have to fly out of Amsterdam from time to time wasn’t a surprise. What did shock and disturb her was that him leaving actually mattered...when it shouldn’t have.
“Ilse?” When she didn’t speak, the billionaire asked tautly, “Can you cancel your tours or get someone to sub for you?” Knowing how much her work meant to Ilse, it was the first time for him to ask such a thing, and the billionaire couldn’t help tensing as he waited for Ilse to answer.
Four weeks. The billionaire’s mind once again dwelled on that fact. It was the longest he had been with any woman, and yet even now he still didn’t know where he fucking stood with Ilse.
The knowledge was as maddening as it was exhilarating, but right now, he would probably prefer that she at least gave him the tiniest inkling he was more important to her than her precious bike.
The continued silence was frustrating, and the billionaire said fiercely, “Say yes.” And as if introducing new emotions weren’t enough, Ilse now became responsible for adding a new word to his vocabulary as Jaak heard himself say tautly, “Please.”
“Oh, Jaak.” The words came out very, very softly, Ilse knowing that saying ‘please’ couldn’t have come easy for the billionaire. She knew he was probably thinking that she had him where she wanted him, wrapped around her tiny finger—-
“Say yes,” he urged her thickly.
She squeezed her eyes shut in a futile attempt to block the effect of his voice, but it was pointless, her surrender inevitable.
“Yes.”
And this was what the billionaire didn’t realize and she hoped he never would.
He had her wrapped around his finger, too.
Chapter Six
De Wallen wasn’t supposed to be romantic at night, but that was the thing about sexual attraction. It came with a glossy filter, bringing all five senses to life so that everything became more vivid, more enchanting.
And so as Ilse hurried to their meeting place, she found herself wondering about the most embarrassingly sentimental things. Had the moon always been this shade of silver? Had the wind always hummed to the rising beat of her heart? Had the world always feel this...right?
The billionaire spotted Ilse before she saw him, and he had to forcibly crush the flash of possessiveness that gripped him at the way other men stared at her. Even with a years-old gray coat thrown over a simple frock and knee-high boots, even with her dark hair swept up in a careless bun, several locks escaping to frame her face, Ilse Muir was still the epitome of careless elegance—-
And she would be his, could only be his. The thought was nothing but possessive, and that it was so disturbed the billionaire even more.