Still the Billionaire's First Choice - Chapter 6
Sophia had no idea where she was going; she just walked. She should turn back—she was supposed to be working—but she couldn’t. She’d come to Italy because she’d had her best times here. She’d wanted to make Milan her permanent home. Instead, because of him, she was going to have to leave.
A flashy red car pulled alongside her.
‘Get in,’ Felipe ordered from the driver’s seat. ‘I’ll see you home safely.’
She stopped, glaring as Felipe glared back at her in a moment of unspoken war.
Of course he had some outrageously expensive sports number now. It tallied with his incredible success. And of course she was going to get in because walking much farther in these heels was going to cause permanent injury. Because of course she couldn’t say no.
‘Address?’ he snapped the second she slammed the passenger door shut.
She informed him. He shot her a furious look but drove in silence. By the time he pulled up in front of the decaying apartment block, he looked apoplectic. ‘What the hell, Sophia? This is a dive.’
‘It’s a short-term rental.’ She ducked from his gaze and stared at his hands.
If the steering wheel had life, he’d just strangled it.
‘In a high-crime area,’ he growled. ‘You have five minutes to get what you need and then we go. You’re not staying here.’
‘Who do you think you are?’ She twisted to face him, fury spilling. ‘I don’t need you to rescue me. I never needed that.’
He steadily met her irate glare—his blue gaze turning solemn. ‘Once upon a time I’d have said I was your friend.’
That mutter sliced her heart. She missed the closeness they’d once shared. ‘Well, we’re not.’
‘No, we never were.’ He reached across, grabbing her wrist before she could open the car door. ‘And you know why.’
Furious, she tried to wrench free but he held still. Held back. Daring her.
Demure Sophia Dimou. Her bitterness built at his mockery. Because what he’d accused was true and at the same time wasn’t. She was anything but demure around him.
With her free hand she grabbed his neck, pulled him down and lifted her lips to his. Electricity arced as she claimed the kiss they’d missed on the dance floor. Her hunger flared at first touch. In a heartbeat she ached for the contact of his whole body.
It had been so long.
But this kiss was different to those back then. She’d never been on fire like this. Never felt such terrible need. Because now she had a desperate edge that knowledge had brought. That pain brought. Moaning, she closed her mind to memory. To rumination and anxiety. And pressed closer, devouring him. Because a well of yearning had opened inside her—unlocked the second she’d seen him today. He growled and deepened the kiss—taking everything she offered. Quivering, she melted as he took control. His hands caressed now, one massaging the nape of her neck then sliding higher. With a flick of his fingers, her hair tumbled free from its knot.
She jerked back and he instantly released her. She watched him grip her hair tie in his fist. Just like old times.
His eyes glittered and before she could speak, he did.
‘Get out, Sophia,’ he growled. ‘Now.’