Page 126 of The Rebel Billionaire

Heaven help me. I’ll see you on Monday.

ME:

You will.

ALEX:

Only if you’re better.

Guilt hits me. When will this end? I hardly recognise myself. What’s even real anymore? I don’t even know if I can trust my judgement.

ME:

Only if I’m better.

Which, of course, I know I will be. But I can’t hide from him forever.

ALEX:

Happy New Year, Brooke.

ME:

Happy New Year to you too.

I throw myself back onto the sofa and stare up at the ceiling. I’ve got it bad. The man’s got me tied up in knots with all his broody, no-nonsense charm. Not to mention the fact he’s tall, dark, and disgustingly handsome. Now he’s messaging me? Checking I’m okay. Or is he scared I might run to HR and tell the world we kissed? Not bloody likely. He won’t look like the desperate one. That would be me.

I’m in trouble. I haven’t slept properly since Christmas night. After I finally got into bed, I tossed and turned, only to wake in the throes of a powerful orgasm, my core contracting violently after dreaming about… oh boy!

The feel of his cock beneath my thigh when he pulled me into his lap.

My body pulses every time I think about it. His mouth on mine. Only in my dream, I didn’t pull away and he didn’t stop. In my dream, his lips travelled down my body, his tongue and fingers doing wicked things to my nipples and then my pussy. I straddled his lap before he pushed up my dress and thrust into me hard and fast.

I close my eyes and wait for my body to come back down to earth.

On Monday, I must face him. Look into those enormous blue eyes, stare at his full lips, knowing exactly how they taste.

Shit! Get a grip, Harper! Brooke! Whichever one of you is lusting after him.

It was a dream.

So now I’ve lied… again.

Because you’re a chicken…

No shit… Absolutely, I am!

One who’s supposed to be keeping her head down and staying off everyone’s radar. Not kissing her boss after Christmas dinner, when he’s just broken up with his girlfriend.

Where’s the girl code in that?

I slap my forehead with the palm of my hand.

And after a week of hiding out in my apartment, I’m in serious need of company. There’s only so much diamond art and sketching one person can do. Thank goodness for night school and the starter pack they sent me. At least they’ve given me something to focus on. With classes starting on Thursday, the course has prompted me to open my sketchbook and revisit some of my old designs.

But first things first… navigating work.

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