Page 117 of A Dangerous Kind of Love

His hand slides to my jaw, holding me there.

“I want you to be honest with me.” His eyes search mine. “Okay?”

I nod. “Okay.”

He pulls me in and kisses me.

“You make me like you more every second I’m with you,” I say when he finally lets me breathe.

He grins, completely satisfied with himself. “I knew I’d get you.”

I laugh. “You’re such a creeper.”

“What can I say?” he shrugs. “It worked.”

I smack his chest and slide off his lap, crawling back to my side of the bed. His laugh follows me, loud and unbothered.

“I must’ve been real desperate.”

“You are such a liar,” he says, grabbing his phone and setting an alarm.

I stick my tongue out at him. “Whatever. What do you have going on tomorrow?”

“Lots of meetings,” he says, settling under the covers. “But I want you to sleep in. And then Bella—“

“Who’s Bella?”

“One of my assistants.”

I look at him, unimpressed.

“You jealous?” he asks, one eyebrow lifting.

“I’m wondering why you didn’t tell me you have a female assistant.”

He laughs again. “Doll, we’ve been seeing each other for what, a week tomorrow?”

“Fine,” I mutter, waving a hand. “Go on.”

“What I was trying to say before I was so rudely interrupted,” he says, smiling at me, “is Bella’s going to take you to lunch and to do some shopping.”

I scrunch my nose. “I don’t need you finding me friends.”

His lips press together. “That’s not what this is. And for the record, you’ve mentioned exactly one friend.”

“Shut up, stalker.”

That sends him into another laugh, bigger this time.

“I like to keep my circle small,” I shrug.

“Sure you do,” he says, in that patronizing tone that makes me want to throw something at him.

“Have I ever told you how much I hate you?”

“Repeatedly.” He doesn’t even look fazed. “Now if you’re done, Bella’s your age. She’s Beatrice’s niece. You’ll like her. She doesn’t have a filter either.”

I pause, considering that. “I’m listening.”