Lily's Mistake by Pamela Ann

“Excuse me, but I need my assistant. Right now ,” Drake barks while Chris apologizes as he recognizes who Drake is.
    When Chris leaves, Drake orders me to follow him outside. His chilly demeanor makes me nervous. Drake leads me to the garden, away from the fountains and the noise, behind some tall bushes. Once we are out of earshot, all hell breaks loose.
    “How dare you defy my order! Did you enjoy flaunting him to me?” It’s dark, and yet, I can still see the anger profoundly etched across his face.
    “I wasn’t thinking… honestly, I forgot about you for a bit.”
    That stops him. “Did you just tell me that… you forgot about me?”
    I lick my lips nervously as I look away. “Well, newsflash, Buddy. You’re not the only attractive man living on the planet.”
    Drake cusses me out before he moves in and before I know it, he is biting my lips hard and devouring them. I don’t even hesitate to respond when he growls as one of his hands seeks the slit of my dress and roughly pushes my underwear aside. I mindlessly writhe against him as he drives his middle finger inside me while his thumb crushes my clit. In a minute, I’m coming apart from his fingers.
    “What you said is true… but there is only one man that is meant for you… and you are staring at him, moaning his name as you come beautifully on his fingers. Stop fighting it, because I have. I’m yours.”

     
     
    What the hell just happened? “Will you please take your fingers off me?” I’m red with shame and totally beyond humiliated.
    Drake takes his fingers off, but fixes my underwear back beforehand. He leans over and kisses the tip of my nose. “I guess you’re still rejecting the idea of us?”
    “Damn right, I am. I want to go home now, Drake. I am done playing your games.”
    Drake is silent while he stands there watching me. “You’re tired and clearly drunk. You need to rest before we leave for Greece on Sunday.”
    “Greece?” I croak. He never mentioned anything about Greece. Well, his agenda has been curiously absent of a few things. Drake seems to love throwing events at me quite unexpectedly.
    “One of the biggest investments we have made this year. The movie is called Blasphemous with Bass Cole. I have to see how everything is going and check if they need more for the budget or what not.”
    “How long will we be there?” My heart hammers against my chest. I know what this is. Drake is going in for the kill. He is going to drive me crazy until I give it up to him. I haven’t forgotten his ever reliable tactic for women; he’s used it ever since we were kids.
    “More or less, three days.”
    That’s hell of a long time. A day is enough to drive me mental with him. Three days is surely going to put me on suicide watch. “Work… I will work… but the underlying agenda you have, Drake, won’t happen.”
    “We shall soon find out, Little One.”
    Precise. Cold. And fucking determined.

9
     
    Drake, as promised, picks me up at three in the afternoon in a hired limo. Not saying much to each other, he takes my luggage and hands it the driver. I mumble my thanks to the cheery looking chauffer.
    Why is Drake in a bad mood anyway? Am I not the one he humiliated at the event? Aren’t I the one who got the tongue attack from his crazy ex-fiancée? I know he’s finished with her, but I’m still a little baffled as to why a man like Drake would want to date a woman like Shannon Mallory in the first place.  Sure, she’s pretty to look at, but surely there’s more to a relationship than just wild sex? Well, if the man in question is Drake, I’m sure IQ isn’t necessary. He just loves his women to be good to look at from what I noticed and heard.
    I suppose that says a lot about him, doesn’t it? How disappointing.
    Since we’re travelling, I have donned a pair of comfortable black leggings and a black shirt with my Tory Burch flats. I loaded up my E-reader earlier to make sure that I’ll have all the books that I