Killian cocks his head to the side, trying to decide if I’m lying. I’m not.
“What jobs have you done, other than modeling?”
I have no idea where he is going with this. “I’ve only ever modeled.”
“I don’t know how you did this.” He shakes head before running his hand through his locks. “I spent all morning working on the numbers. I knew whatever Tony gave me would be useless.”
I sigh. I wish I had known that before. I wouldn’t have worked so hard to try to save his ass.
“But I never came up with these numbers. I never came up with anything half as good as this.”
I smile.
“You’re a walking contradiction, princess.”
My face falls. “Don’t call me that.”
He stands and walks over to me. “I can’t stop, princess. That’s what you are. It feels weird to call you anything else.”
I glare at him, but I’m not really angry, so I know it doesn’t come across as the angry girl I want to be.
“I want you,” he says when his body is close to me again.
I quizzically look up at him. “You want to marry me?”
He laughs. “No, I want to fuck you.”
I stare at him, wide-eyed. I don’t move as his lips come down on mine, showing me just how much he wants to fuck me. His hands find the nape of my neck, firmly holding me against him. I moan as his tongue sweeps between my lips, easily parting them. I feel his hard erection pushing against my belly.
Does he expect me to fuck him right here in his office?
Killian pulls away, but I don’t open my eyes. I’m still lost in that kiss. When I open my eyes, I’ll realize this is all a dream. He’s just toying with my emotions again. He doesn’t really care about me. He might want to fuck me, but only so he can destroy me.
“You’re not ready yet.”
“Ready for what?”
“For me to fuck you. I told you, when I fuck you, it will be because you want me as much as I want you, not because you’re running. You’re not there yet, but you will be.”
I shake my head. “You’re wrong. What makes you think I will sleep with you? I don’t even like you.”
He smirks. “You’re a terrible liar, princess. Plus, if you are talking to Tony about me, that’s a good sign.”
“Tony needs to mind his own business.”
He turns away from me to walk back to his desk. “You need to stay out of the business. Go home to your comfy house and modeling career before you get hurt.”
“What is that supposed to mean? I am capable of running this company, if that’s what I decide I want. I just showed that I could make decisions and run numbers. I just
need a chance.”
He sits in his chair and just stares at me for several minutes. I don’t know why I bother with trying to convince him that I can do this.
“Okay,” he says.
“What?”
“Okay, if you think you can do this, then prove it. There is a meeting tomorrow afternoon to present the data and to give my recommendation for the expansion. You can present in my place. And if you convince everyone that you are right, then I’ll stop hounding you about giving up. I’ll even help you get up to speed on everything with the company.”