little statement has me flustered and I look everywhere but at him. “You don’t realise how hot you are and that’s endearing, I must say.”
“Thanks, I guess. Like I said, Mr. Ego, is there anything else you need?” My tongue needs to be shot. Why the hell did I say that to him?
His laugh is quiet, but I can see his mammoth of a chest vibrating with it. “Mr. Ego, Carlotta? Seriously?”
The way his tongue rolls over my name makes my legs wobble and I gulp down the lump in my throat. I’m not even sure why there’s a lump there or why fear is prickling my skin. “You have an ego as big as Mt. Everest and the arrogance of a president.” Shut up, Car!
One of his perfect eyebrows raise to his hairline and his eyes twinkle with amusement. “You do have a way with words. But I guess you’re right. Though I have a right to have those traits. I’m world champion.”
“And? Doesn’t give you the right to speak to people like they’re rubbish, right? Or do you enjoy overpowering women? Yup, I know about your reputation, Mr. Badass.” Seriously, it’s like I have no control over the word vomit that spews from my mouth. Embarrassed, I turn my head and stare out the living room window at the blue sky and fluffy white clouds that are scattered, some making various patterns. I can feel his eyes on my face and my cheeks heat. Inside, I’m praying that my face isn’t bright red like it feels it is.
Lost in my thoughts, I don’t hear his footsteps as he approaches me, I don’t hear the breathing coming from over my shoulder, not until his lips are close to my ear and his breath fans across my cheek and stirring my hair. “You’re something else, Carlotta, do you know that?”
On impulse, I jump and step back until my back is to the wall. My eyes wide, I ask him, “What are you doing?” The quiver in my voice has me wanting to slap myself, I couldn’t sound any more pathetic and weak.
His arms cage me in as he places his hand on the wall on either side of my head. Gulping, I stare into his eyes, mesmerised by how magnificently blue they are with specks of gold around the edges. The smirk that lifts the side of his face and crinkles his eyes has my blood sizzling with heat. God, he’s hot, even if he is an arrogant twat. “You’re beautiful.”
“Whoa, hold up there, big boy. What the hell?” I place my hands on his chest, pushing to get him to back up. But he doesn’t even budge and the wall of muscle underneath my palms has me panting for breath. Fuck my life. “Please.”
“Please what, Carlotta. Tell me what you want.” His face disappears into the crook of my neck and I tilt my head…and I have no idea why, but it’s like he’s put a spell on me.
“Get away.” I hardly sound convincing and he chuckles as his lips trail a line softly to my mouth. “I don’t like you.”
“I don’t like you either.” His mouth smashes down onto mine and I’m powerless to stop it as an overwhelming amount of lust spreads through my system. My fingers curl into his shirt, not knowing whether to push him away of pull him closer. Deepening the kiss, Beast’s tongue invades mine and the kiss soon gets rough, inviting and totally intoxicating. My eyes flutter closed as his hands tangle in my hair.
But all good things must come to an end, and he pulls away. I see a war brewing in his eyes and regret with a hint of lust is showing in his eyes. Pulling myself together, I say, “That should not have happened, Beast. I don’t know you, or like you, and I’m not the kinda girl to have a one night stand or casual sex when a man clicks his fingers. You need to leave.”
“You’re right, that shouldn’t have happened.” He pulls his shades down onto his eyes and turns on his heel. Reaching the front door, he glances back over his shoulder. “It’s true, you’re not a bitch and you deserve better than me.”
Not understanding what he’s implying, I go to reply but the door is shut as he leaves the
“Thanks, I guess. Like I said, Mr. Ego, is there anything else you need?” My tongue needs to be shot. Why the hell did I say that to him?
His laugh is quiet, but I can see his mammoth of a chest vibrating with it. “Mr. Ego, Carlotta? Seriously?”
The way his tongue rolls over my name makes my legs wobble and I gulp down the lump in my throat. I’m not even sure why there’s a lump there or why fear is prickling my skin. “You have an ego as big as Mt. Everest and the arrogance of a president.” Shut up, Car!
One of his perfect eyebrows raise to his hairline and his eyes twinkle with amusement. “You do have a way with words. But I guess you’re right. Though I have a right to have those traits. I’m world champion.”
“And? Doesn’t give you the right to speak to people like they’re rubbish, right? Or do you enjoy overpowering women? Yup, I know about your reputation, Mr. Badass.” Seriously, it’s like I have no control over the word vomit that spews from my mouth. Embarrassed, I turn my head and stare out the living room window at the blue sky and fluffy white clouds that are scattered, some making various patterns. I can feel his eyes on my face and my cheeks heat. Inside, I’m praying that my face isn’t bright red like it feels it is.
Lost in my thoughts, I don’t hear his footsteps as he approaches me, I don’t hear the breathing coming from over my shoulder, not until his lips are close to my ear and his breath fans across my cheek and stirring my hair. “You’re something else, Carlotta, do you know that?”
On impulse, I jump and step back until my back is to the wall. My eyes wide, I ask him, “What are you doing?” The quiver in my voice has me wanting to slap myself, I couldn’t sound any more pathetic and weak.
His arms cage me in as he places his hand on the wall on either side of my head. Gulping, I stare into his eyes, mesmerised by how magnificently blue they are with specks of gold around the edges. The smirk that lifts the side of his face and crinkles his eyes has my blood sizzling with heat. God, he’s hot, even if he is an arrogant twat. “You’re beautiful.”
“Whoa, hold up there, big boy. What the hell?” I place my hands on his chest, pushing to get him to back up. But he doesn’t even budge and the wall of muscle underneath my palms has me panting for breath. Fuck my life. “Please.”
“Please what, Carlotta. Tell me what you want.” His face disappears into the crook of my neck and I tilt my head…and I have no idea why, but it’s like he’s put a spell on me.
“Get away.” I hardly sound convincing and he chuckles as his lips trail a line softly to my mouth. “I don’t like you.”
“I don’t like you either.” His mouth smashes down onto mine and I’m powerless to stop it as an overwhelming amount of lust spreads through my system. My fingers curl into his shirt, not knowing whether to push him away of pull him closer. Deepening the kiss, Beast’s tongue invades mine and the kiss soon gets rough, inviting and totally intoxicating. My eyes flutter closed as his hands tangle in my hair.
But all good things must come to an end, and he pulls away. I see a war brewing in his eyes and regret with a hint of lust is showing in his eyes. Pulling myself together, I say, “That should not have happened, Beast. I don’t know you, or like you, and I’m not the kinda girl to have a one night stand or casual sex when a man clicks his fingers. You need to leave.”
“You’re right, that shouldn’t have happened.” He pulls his shades down onto his eyes and turns on his heel. Reaching the front door, he glances back over his shoulder. “It’s true, you’re not a bitch and you deserve better than me.”
Not understanding what he’s implying, I go to reply but the door is shut as he leaves the
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