Page 36 of Let Me Love You

Anytime she asks if Summer is gone, I know it isn’t going to be good. “Yes, why?”

“I need to know,” Lana starts, her voice barely loud enough for me to hear. “Have I won the bet yet? Have you and the hottie billionaire fucked?”

What. The. Fuck? My mouth drops. “What? N-no, of course not.”

My voice is a little shriller than intended, and Lana’s laughter pours through the speaker. “Oh, God. You want him. I knew it!”

I glance over my shoulder and around my bedroom, but no one is around. The more time I spend with him, the harder it is to deny I want him. “You’re wrong. I’ll win this bet.”

“Are you sure? You didn’t say no right away.”

“I’m seriously sure.” Something gnaws at me. Guilt for lying? “Are you that bored with me out of town for only a week and a half that you have to make up those inappropriate scenarios in your head?”

“What inappropriate scenarios?” Victor’s deep voice asks from the doorway.

Lana shrieks again, and I wince. “Oh, my God. He’s there right now, isn’t he? Everlasting Love missed out because this is way more interesting than their show.”

My stomach flips as I cover the speaker and say to Victor, “What are you doing home so early? I thought you didn’t get out until later.”

“I wanted to see you.”

The air shifts around us as his deep blue eyes bore into me. My heart somersaults as I hold his gaze. I move, almost getting up as if a magnet is pulling me to him, but I resist. After how mean I am to him, it’s almost unbelievable he’d seek me out.

“Oh, sweet baby Jesus.” Lana is practically panting through the line. With his eyes on me, I forgot she was still on the line. “Are you two going to fuck while I’m on the phone with you?”

I hold up a shaking finger to Victor and say to Lana, “I gotta go. I’ll call you later to confirm plans.”

“Yeah, you gotta go. Please remember every dirty detail so you can get back to me. My two-year drought is living vicariously through you.”

I don’t reply and hit the red hang up button. Lana won’t get mad. No, she thinks Victor and I are fucking. If only she knew about the no sex rule I asked for. She’d probably strangle me.

“Sorry.” I flash him a small smile. It feels foreign on my lips. “Lana was calling about our girls’ night.”

Victor studies me as he leans against the door jamb. It’s like there’s an invisible line at my doorway that he knows not to cross. “Girls’ night?”

“Yes, it’s tomorrow, so I won’t miss tonight.”

Something like relief flickers across his face. “I guess that’s why Summer is packing a bag?”

Did he think we were leaving? Was that relief from realizing we weren’t?

“Yes, everything will be okay. I’ll be back before you know it. You’re practically at the office every waking hour anyway. You’ll barely notice I’m gone.”

A frown tugs at his lips. His gaze sweeps around my room and lands on me. His shoulders relax a fraction.

Am I making things up? He can’t care that much if Summer and I leave.

I pick at my nails as I tear my gaze off his relieved face and take in the rest of him. The navy-blue Armani suit he wears clings to his every lean muscle almost like he’s a sculpture. For some reason, seeing him at home in his suit doesn’t feel right. His vulnerability makes him one hundred times sexier than a cocky, rich man. He almost looks like a regular human.

I press my thighs together, and his eyes narrow in on the movement. With him standing right at the edge of my room and staring at me like I’m a snack he’d like to eat, it would be so easy to pull him in here and … and …

No, this is Lana getting in my head. I definitely don’t want to fuck my husband. That will lead to heartbreak and disaster once he’s done with me.

“I’ll notice.” Then he ducks away from my bedroom like he’s running from hell hounds.

Stop fluttering, butterflies.

Chapter 16