The Dangerous Billionaire Wants Me
He wanted her, all of her, from the way her lips pouted with every argument to the way she stayed professional and focused at work. But how could he discipline himself from wanting to touch every part of her, when he had vowed never again to cross this road of love?
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To Stacy, the billionaire was only a rake known for his womanizing and drinking reputation. He might be her boss and act professionally at times, but she knew she was better off without him. When he started making advances, she feared she was going to be one of those he ended up using.
To her, he was a danger to which she must not succumb.
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"Stacy," his voice caressed her ear, causing her skin to shiver with an excitement that troubled her. "Let me have you just this once."
Oh God! She must not give in. It wasn't even her first month of work, yet she found herself haggard and vulnerable before her boss. She had heard of his rakishness, of his reputation with women. Oh no! She must not yield, not even for all his handsomeness.
"Let go," she said sharply, but underlying the firmness was a hint of weakness that may have excited him. He leaned towards her, pressing one hand against the marble wall above her head, staring deeply into her brown eyes.
"Stacy," he murmured, "I have wanted you since the first day I set my eyes on you. Will you not give in?"
"You are mistaken," Stacy gritted her teeth, looking straight into his narrowed dark brown eyes that seemed to seep into her soul. She ignored his gaze and stood her ground. "I will never give in to you or any of your advances," she spat, looking away. "I am not like any other girl that you can simply have like a platter of gold."
He frowned, his eyes challenging hers. "We shall see, Stacy, when you will finally give in."