The Arrogant Artist : A Billionaire Boss Romance (International Bad Boys Set Book 2), стр. 45
“That’s some Single White Female stuff there.”
“Yeah. I think you’re right, especially after tonight.” A shiver runs down Emily’s skin at the mention of Yves’ attack tonight.
“You think he hates you that much he would…” She doesn’t finish the sentence, and I turn her face to me.
“I won’t let anything happen to you, Emily.” She purses her lips, and I see the concern in her eyes. “I mean it. Daniel and I are organizing extra security for you. Even a bodyguard for events.”
Emily turns and looks up at me, those green eyes widening. “That’s a little overkill, don’t you think?”
“I don’t trust Yves. Not because he has run off with my wife… sorry ex-wife. But because I think there’s something more going on with him. He has a lot of issues left over from his youth. We’ve sent him to counseling, and I thought it worked, but now… I just don’t know. Maybe his ego has gotten so big thinking he has taken everything from me, that he can take anything he wants from me.”
I let my hand reach out and brush her face. “I won’t let him this time.”
Emily closes her eyes and presses her face against my palm. I lean forward and kiss her cheek. She sucks in a startled breath, but I move away from her. I won’t touch her, not after tonight. Those green eyes open, and there’s intensity behind them.
“He may have all the materialistic things, Louis, but he doesn’t have your talent when it comes to his art. And that’s what truly matters. He may have learned from the master, but he’ll always be the apprentice, and I think he knows that, and it’s what’s fueling his fire.”
“Good to know I’m still your favorite artist,” I tell her, breaking the serious moment.
“I get paid to say that. You do remember you’re my boss.” She gives me a cheeky smile, but at this moment, the thought of her being anything other than a beautiful woman between my legs has left me.
“I know I’m your boss,” I say through gritted teeth. “Every moment I see you prancing around the house in those sheer singlets you wear to bed, I have to remind myself I’m your boss because the impure thoughts I have about you are something I shouldn’t have.” Emily just looks at me, her cheeks turning a beautiful shade of pink. “I replay our kiss over and over in my mind. The…” I can’t believe I’m going to tell her this, “… the sunshine lips… I painted them after kissing you. I couldn’t sleep. I just—”
“Louis,” she says my name breathlessly.
“I know.” I scrub my face with my hand. “I wasn’t cold before, I just… I simply wanted you in my arms, and I don’t know why. I like having you around me.”
Wow. Okay.
All that shit just came out of my mouth without my permission.
Being sober-ish sucks.
“You like me?” She points to herself, and I sigh which makes her laugh. “I’m your favorite assistant, aren’t I? I know I am. I just need to hear you say it.”
This girl.
“Of course, you are, but you’re more than just my assistant.” My eyes flick down to her pink lips and back up again. Emily’s tongue comes out and licks them subconsciously.
God, I want to lean forward and kiss her.
Maybe I should.
No.
You can’t take advantage of her like that.
“You’re also my pimp.” Her eyes widen, and a slow smile forms on her face. “I mean you showed my dick to the world.”
“It’s a nice dick.” She quickly covers her mouth realizing what she’s said—sometimes she has no filter.
“Oh, I know how nice you thought it was. You couldn’t stop looking at it.” She huffs at me, but I know the truth.
“I was just appreciating God’s art.”
“You can appreciate it anytime you want.”
Why am I flirting?
“Is that so?” She bites her bottom lip as I nod while teasing her. The last thing I expect is for her hand to slide between us and over my dick.
Oh God! I suck in a harsh breath.
“Emily…”
She shakes her head, her hand moving over me again, the thin fabric of my sleep pants not hiding anything.
My hand comes out and stops her, a tiny frown mars her face. “After tonight… I want to, I really do. I just…”
She shakes her head. “I want you to touch me. Take away the feeling of his fingers and the cigarette breath on my body.”
“Are you sure, Emily?” I don’t want to make matters worse for her.
She moves in my lap, her legs straddling me on the sofa. “I trust you, Louis.”
Fuck. Her words hit me like an arrow to the heart. After everything I have put her through with my asshole behavior, she can still say that she trusts me. I internally promise never to break that trust, not when she’s freely giving it over to me.
My hand comes up around the base of her neck, I slowly pull her face to mine. “Thank you,” I tell her before our lips meet. When they do meet, it’s like a spark between us that sets us both on fire. Hands start pulling off clothing and throwing them in all directions. My lips are all over her skin, my teeth nipping at her—it’s like an elastic band has snapped between us, and we have both lost control.
I want to be gentle and slow with Emily, but she’s equally as frenzied