Warren Foxworth is insanely rich and powerful. Whatever infatuation he has with me is just fleeting. I'm just a challenge to him. He's not someone who's used to hearing the word “no.” He's used to getting his way on everything, and that's probably the only reason why I've piqued his interest. Once he gets what he wants out of me, he'll toss me to the side, and there I'll be. His broken leftovers.
Because I already know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Warren Foxworth will wreck me if I let him. The man is dangerously handsome and affects me in a way no one ever has. He has the power to completely destroy my heart because there's no way I could keep myself from falling for a guy like him. He's everything I never knew I wanted in a man. He has that whole powerful alpha thing going on, and while I'm a feminist at heart, apparently my feminist is a bit of a slut too because she rolls over and purrs at the thought of submitting to a dominant like Warren.
I ignore the roses and shrug off the girls’ questions, acting as clueless as they are about who sent them. Thankfully, Sarah isn't here because she might remember the way Warren zeroed in on me the other night, and if she mentioned him in front of the other girls, those are questions I certainly don't want to deal with.
I go throughout my day like usual, but I'm finding it harder than ever to focus on my classes. My lips keep tingling, remembering the way Warren's felt sliding against mine, the way he thrust his tongue inside my mouth, and the way it caused heat to pool in my center. I remember how good it felt to be wrapped up in his arms. I can still smell the intoxicating scent of his cologne.
More than a couple of times I have to forcibly push him out of my mind so I can focus on what my professors are saying, and this irritates me to no end because I amnotthe kind of girl who daydreams in class and doesn't pay attention. This right here is another reason why getting involved with Warren Foxworth would be detrimental to me and my career. I don’t need to be involved with someone who takes my focus away from my future.
I amnotgoing to think of him again, I tell myself firmly. As soon as I think that, speak of the devil.
My cell phone buzzes with a text from an unknown number. I instantly know who it is by the way he greets me.
Unknown: Did you like the roses, angel princess?
My heart does a little flip at the moniker. Warren is the only one I know who would take two endearments and string them together like that to make one.
I bite my lip as I consider what to say, and then I finally decide to act like he's got the wrong number.
Me: Who is this?
The three dots jump as he immediately types back.
Unknown: Don't play games with me, angel. It doesn't suit you.
I scowl as my cheeks flame.
Me: How did you get my number?
Unknown: Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.
I frown even though I know he's right. He's Warren Foxworth, the richest man in the city. He can have anything he wants. There's no telling what all he's pulled up on me. I try a firm tactic with him.
Me: This is a gross invasion of privacy.
Unknown: No, a gross invasion of privacy is how you've invaded my every thought. If I can't get you out of my mind, I'm going to be damned if I let you push me from yours.
My breath hitches. I can almost hear him growling those words at me.
Why do Ilikehow surly and growly he is? Something's obviously very wrong with me.
Me: I'm in class. You're distracting me.
Unknown: Come intern with me, and you'll learn more in one day than they’ll teach you in a whole semester of those classes.
Me: Mr. Foxworth, you've made it very clear why I can't be your intern.
Unknown: Bullshit.
I can hear his growl again, and it causes a slight smile to tip my lips. My smile falls, and my heart panics when my phone begins ringing.
The professor gives me a stern look and a raised eyebrow, and several students turn around to glare at me.
“Sorry,” I mumble as I slip out of my seat and head for the door. As soon as I'm outside, I answer the phone and hiss at him, What the hell is wrong with you? I told you I was in class! Professor Collum is going to skin me alive.”
Warren’s deep laugh floats over the line. “Collum couldn’t skin a dead fish, and leave him to me. No one will touch you.”
My heart trips within me at the growl in his voice when he says that last bit.