Blackmailed by the Billionaire Brothers: The Complete Series by Sylvia Banks Page B

to
college. I wanted to go to a vocational school. It didn’t happen.”
    The accusing expression on his
face turned to interest.
    “I happen to be really good at
accounting,” I said. “But I never wanted to be an accountant.”
    “What do you want to be?”
    Normally I’d shout out I want
to be a baker, but with Warren I was shy about my dream. “I’d like to own my
own bakery,” I mumbled to my hands. “Go ahead, laugh. Everyone else does.”
    Silence. I kept my head down
and fiddled with the napkin and silverware.
    “Do you have a business plan?”
Warren said.
    I looked up. He wasn’t even
smiling. If anything he blocked off any emotion on his face. The fact that he
took my dream seriously bolstered my confidence.
    “Yeah,” I said. “An old one. It
was the model for my business class.”
    There was a long moment where
he seemed to be evaluating me. Warren leaned in and took possession of my
mouth. His lips claimed my body and his tongue branded my heart. The keening
animal kissing me fought to shed his civility. Warren ravaged my mouth, in
front of the entire restaurant.
    My hands pushed him back and we
separated. Breathless I tried to scoot back away from him. His eyes had gone wild, his hands reached for my waist and pulled me closer.
    “Don’t run from me.” His voice
was hoarse.
    I spoke through my teeth.
“Don’t undress me in public.”
    Warren let go and snapped back
to his normal jaded exterior. I looked around to see if anyone was looking.
Nobody seemed to care. Yet, I got the feeling that people were watching us.
These booths were meant to showcase certain guests as a display. Wine, food and entertainment by way of spying on the elite. I came because it was an expensive restaurant with really good food. Silly me.
Being part of the ambiance was never my thing but at least I dressed for the
part.
    Our appetizer of salmon on rice
appeared and Paul dashed off.
    “How much you want to bet
someone took our picture?” I said. I wasn’t mad, the concern was all for him.
    Warren stopped eating and his
lips thinned. “Does that bother you?”
    “It doesn’t bother me, but what
about you? Do you want rumors going around your dating a nobody?”
    “On the contrary, they’d say I
was dating a beautiful, mysterious woman.”
    “Until they found out I worked
for you.”
    He shrugged and shoved a piece
of sushi in his mouth.
    Did he really not care? Or
maybe the rumor about his ex-wife had cured him of humility. High profile
divorces would get around, but I wasn’t into tabloids. I never had the time or
interest. His name could’ve been plastered on billboards all over town and I’d
never know.  
    I took the salmon in chopsticks
and let the fish explode in my mouth. Salmon could be the blandest or the
tastiest fish depending on how it was prepared. This was fresh and cut to
perfection. Just how I like it. The rice not too sticky and
the salmon fresh.
    “ Mmmmm …”
I moaned with my eyes closed. “So good.”
    Warren looked over at me with
hunger in those intense eyes. I swallowed my mouth-full of fish mostly because
I felt like prey. I wanted to run and not look back. Call a cab, get out of this dinner, but something in his eyes told me to stay. Running
would only be futile. The most disturbing part was the way I felt my soul being
scooped out. Warren was worse than a regular playboy like Ellis. Warren was a
soul eater. Something more than a heart-breaker . Any
girl crazy enough to fall in love with this man was in trouble. I looked away
before all my secrets could be stolen.
    “I don’t want you to be afraid
of me.” Warren said softly.
    “I’m not.” My automatic
response had me facing him again. His profile was all sharp lines. “At least
not for the reason you think.”

Chapter 8

 
    Warren drove his Aston Martin
back to the office like he owned a sports car and the road. One out of two of
those items seemed enough for him to slalom other cars on the road. The
combination with