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)
When they were done, he walked her to his car and drove her to work, the ride spent in pleasurable contemplative silence. It was just the two of them, and though she secretly liked it this way, it did make her wonder, and she turned to the billionaire, saying, “Jaak?” When he glanced at her, she asked, “Why do you seem so different from other billionaires?”
“Different how?”
“Well, you don’t have bodyguards...”
“They’re around,” he answered offhandedly. “But they all work undercover.”
“Oh.” This was another new discovery about the billionaire, and she wondered if there would ever be a day he’d cease to surprise her.
Probably not, Ilse thought, and she liked it that way, too.
“What about the paparazzi?”
The billionaire snorted. “They know better than to piss me off.” At her bemused look, he said rather wryly, “I suppose it’s what you said. I’m not like other billionaires.”
“Oh?”
“I used to beat up anyone stupid enough to get in my face.”
Her eyes went wide, and she said again, “Oh.” She had a hard time reconciling the billionaire’s words with how he was now, and she shook her head. “You don’t look like someone who beat people up.”
“Well, I did.” The billionaire’s tone was light. “I’m a lot of things most people don’t expect me to be.” Ilse didn’t speak after that, and the billionaire wondered grimly if she was thinking about all the other secrets that he was carrying inside of him.
A moment later, and he had his answer. Ilse’s small, soft hand slipped under his on the gearstick, and the gesture of acceptance wasn’t lost on him.
Every secret, she would wait for it, and she wouldn’t ever hold it against him.
Chapter Thirteen
It was already nine in the evening by the time Jaak returned to Glory Hall, and a quick scan of the place showed that Ilse was the only one around. She had her legs tucked under her, elbows on the table, and looked too engrossed with whatever she was watching on her laptop to notice his presence.
Walking stealthily behind her, he caught a glimpse of what she was watching—-
A woman wearing a skimpy police uniform, her surgically enhanced breasts about to pop out of it any moment, was licking the barrel of her fake gun like it was a cock.
A bark of laughter escaped him, and the sound had Ilse slamming the laptop shut.
Turning around, she caught sight of his gleaming blue eyes, and she fought against the urge to blush. Over the years, she had worked hard to adopt a brazen attitude towards all things sexual, but every time she was with the billionaire, he just had this way about him that made her feel like an untutored schoolgirl.
“If you have any questions next time,” the billionaire said solemnly, “just come to me.”
“Because you’re an expert?”
“Have I not proven that in the past three weeks?” His fingers slowly trailed down her body as he spoke, and Ilse’s body trembled in reaction.
Oh God.
The way he was looking at her now—-
His fingers released her first button loose, and the popping sound made her start.
“Jaak!” But she was half-laughing, and she didn’t even think of protesting as he scooped her off her seat, and her heart only hammered against her chest when he propped her on the desk, her legs dangling off its edge.
He stepped between them, murmuring, “I missed you.”
“Me, too.” Her voice was gruff, but the way she wrapped her arms around him belied it.
“Dare I ask how many porn films you’ve watched for, err, review?”
She scowled.
“I mean it, you know. Any time you need lessons, demonstrations, hands-on practice—-”
“Shut up.” But she was smiling, and she was hugging him ever so tightly.
“I simply don’t do false modesty,” he demurred. “I’ve tried everything—-” He stopped when he saw something flicker in her eyes. “Ilse?”
“Yup?”
“I have a feeling you want to say something,” he murmured.
“Nope.”
He eyed her knowingly. “You’re lying.”
“And you’re imagining things.”
“Something I said obviously triggered it so...” The billionaire asked slowly, “Are you thinking of my past?”
She still didn’t speak, but the way her eyes skittered away was answer enough.
Ah. “Is it the Victoria’s Secret thing?”
Ilse stiffened, and her voice was equally stiff as she retorted, “You mean that party where you were rumored to have fucked six women at the same time?”
“Five,” he corrected her mildly.
Five! Ilse didn’t know what she felt more of: horror or amazement, disgust or hurt. Five?
“But it’s all behind me now, obviously.” When she only grunted, his gaze narrowed, and when he tried reaching for a lock of her hair to play with, she slapped his hand away with more force than usual.
“I am sorry for the past, but it is in the past.”
“I know.”
“And while that incident obviously bothers you, I also have a feeling it’s not what’s worrying you the most.”
“I told you, I’m not thinking about anything—”