"I like how that sounds, but I'd prefer that you use it only when we're alone."
It took her a few extra moments before the innuendo behind his words fully sank in, and Daisy Rae's cheeks turned pink. Did Garion Ross justhiton her?
Garion was enchanted. It had been a while since he had met a woman still capable of blushing, and it was yet another thing that set Daisy Rae apart from the others.
Daisy Rae was flustered by the billionaire's continued scrutiny.C'mon, girl.Calder & Associates had a lot of celebrity clients, and none of them had ever made her feel this nervous or awkward. Then again, none of them hadeverstared at her breasts the wayhedid, and when the thought tempted her into peeking at him yet again—-
Oh my goodness!
He was practically gobbling her breasts up with his eyes now, and his relentless attention had made her nipples erect and embarrassingly sensitive under the cups of her bra.
"Please stop that," she said helplessly.
"Stop what? Staring at your breasts?"
A part of her had expected him to feign ignorance, and the fact that he didn't caught her off guard.
"Has no man ever stared at your breasts before?"
She looked at him in shock. "Naturally."
Garion nearly smiled. He had admittedly been skeptical when his uncle told him Daisy Rae hadn't any experience dating, but he now knew this to be the truth. Daisies were supposedly symbols for innocence and purity, and while his future wife was obviously both, she appeared to be quite sheltered as well, if she had never had any other man stare at her breasts before.
Not that he was complaining, of course. Now that Daisy Rae had entered his life, he would also make sure it stayed that way. Her breasts were his, and they would fucking stay his for the rest of their lives.
Daisy Rae suddenly crossed her arms over her chest, and the movement had him looking back at her in amusement.
"Are you trying to discourage me from staring?"
Her eyes widened. Was that another way of him saying hestillwanted to stare at her breasts?
"Yes," the billionaire drawled. "I do still want to stare at them."
Daisy Rae instinctively dug her fingers into her palms, and the flash of pain told her that she hadn't imagined anything, and Garion Ross had indeed said what he said.
Hestillwanted to stare at her breasts, and...
"I don't understand," Daisy Rae blurted out. "You can have any other woman—-"
"You're not like any other woman, though."
She looked at him oddly. Did he really think she'd fall for that?
"And the fact that you obviously don't realize this is what makes you different."
"Or just realistic?"
The billionaire's lips curved ever so slightly, and her heart skipped a beat.
Oh...no.
It was one thing to consider marrying a man for mutual needs and benefits, but when that man also happened to be someone like Garion Ross? He was every woman's dream come true, and so obviously, the fact that she found him attractive was perfectly understandable.
Men like Garion Ross were meant to be desired and fantasized, but it would be sheer lunacy to wish for him to feel the same about just any woman...or at least one as ordinary as her.Right?
Her gaze darted back to the billionaire. She couldn't seem to stop looking at him, and it almost felt like there was this invisible pull between them. What was it about this man that made him so irresistible? Was it because he was too gorgeous to be true...or was it because of the way he wasstillstaring at her breasts?
Daisy Rae could only shake her head helplessly even as her entire body tingled at the blatant way he was eyeing her chest. "Are you for real?"