The Billionaire's Gentle Rescue (The Sisterhood) by Elizabeth Lennox Page A
Authors: Elizabeth Lennox
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doing.”
“Which is why you hire someone else to do that part for you, under your own brand.”
“I do my own designs.”
He smiled at her stubbornness, but didn’t argue. “We’ll talk about that in the future. Right now, you aren’t set up for something like that.”
That stung, despite the fact that she’d been arguing against it for the past few moments. “I could do it right now if I wanted to.”
“No you couldn’t. Which is what I was discussing in the restaurant. And we’re back to my point about not hearing anything, which you just proved my statement,” he said and turned to wink at her.
She sat in the soft leather seat and fumed because she’d just been caught! Damn the man for being so perceptive! Had he been like this ten years ago? She didn’t think so, but maybe he had been and she’d just been blinded by how much she…nope! She couldn’t go there. She hadn’t loved him back then. She’d barely even known him. They’d shared exactly one kiss before he moved on to the next woman and then he’d disappeared, leaving her hurt and confused. She now understood why he’d left so abruptly, but at the time, she’d been badly bruised. And the intensity of that kiss had never been replicated with any other man. Hence, the reason she needed to keep the man at arm’s length if she ever wanted to have a solid relationship with another man.
“My loft is up on the left,” she said softly.
“I know. I was there this morning, remember?”
She sighed and nodded. Yes, she remembered. And she might need to move because of it. Maybe she could just redecorate everything so that, once he was out of her life once again, nothing would remind her of his presence.
As soon as he parked the car, Zoe unbuckled her seat belt and jumped out of the vehicle. Bending down over the open door, she said, “Don’t bother seeing me up stairs. I’m perfectly fine and the door is right there.”
“Meet me at my office once you’ve met with George at the bank and we’ll go through the strategy once again. This time, you’ll hear me, right?”
“Sure,” she said, blushing once again and grateful for the darkness which hid that from his all-knowing gaze. “Tomorrow, then.” She slammed the door closed and walked quickly towards her building, her key already prepared for the lock, desperate to be where he couldn’t see her any longer. She was painfully aware of him watching her and she kept her shoulders straight, trying to be as unenticing as possible.
Marco watched with a mixture of amusement and desire as she walked into the building, locking it behind her. He loved the way she walked, but tonight she’d been much more stiff than usual. Normally, she had a swaying gait that showed how much she loved to dress, how she liked the way the fabric felt against her body. Her walk showed the world that she was all woman and loved it. Tonight, there had still been the telling sway, she couldn’t completely shut that off since it was so innate to her personality. But he could also perceive that she was trying hard not to show him anything.
Too bad, he thought as he reversed out of the parking space. He’d seen enough women to know what was underneath those clothes. Plus, he had a very vivid imagination. And he wasn’t just imagining her walking into a building, he knew as he drove to his own penthouse apartment in a different part of the city. No, he was thinking of her in all sorts of positions, all of which included her love of fashion and his love of naked and almost naked women. Her nakedness in particular.
Chapter 3
Zoe woke the next morning feeling as if she were trapped. Not the same feeling as the day before though. This was a much more crazy kind of trap. Hunted, she thought as she pulled on a pink, wool dress with a stiff collar that framed her neck and face. No more conservative suits, she though as she added several chains of gold,
“Which is why you hire someone else to do that part for you, under your own brand.”
“I do my own designs.”
He smiled at her stubbornness, but didn’t argue. “We’ll talk about that in the future. Right now, you aren’t set up for something like that.”
That stung, despite the fact that she’d been arguing against it for the past few moments. “I could do it right now if I wanted to.”
“No you couldn’t. Which is what I was discussing in the restaurant. And we’re back to my point about not hearing anything, which you just proved my statement,” he said and turned to wink at her.
She sat in the soft leather seat and fumed because she’d just been caught! Damn the man for being so perceptive! Had he been like this ten years ago? She didn’t think so, but maybe he had been and she’d just been blinded by how much she…nope! She couldn’t go there. She hadn’t loved him back then. She’d barely even known him. They’d shared exactly one kiss before he moved on to the next woman and then he’d disappeared, leaving her hurt and confused. She now understood why he’d left so abruptly, but at the time, she’d been badly bruised. And the intensity of that kiss had never been replicated with any other man. Hence, the reason she needed to keep the man at arm’s length if she ever wanted to have a solid relationship with another man.
“My loft is up on the left,” she said softly.
“I know. I was there this morning, remember?”
She sighed and nodded. Yes, she remembered. And she might need to move because of it. Maybe she could just redecorate everything so that, once he was out of her life once again, nothing would remind her of his presence.
As soon as he parked the car, Zoe unbuckled her seat belt and jumped out of the vehicle. Bending down over the open door, she said, “Don’t bother seeing me up stairs. I’m perfectly fine and the door is right there.”
“Meet me at my office once you’ve met with George at the bank and we’ll go through the strategy once again. This time, you’ll hear me, right?”
“Sure,” she said, blushing once again and grateful for the darkness which hid that from his all-knowing gaze. “Tomorrow, then.” She slammed the door closed and walked quickly towards her building, her key already prepared for the lock, desperate to be where he couldn’t see her any longer. She was painfully aware of him watching her and she kept her shoulders straight, trying to be as unenticing as possible.
Marco watched with a mixture of amusement and desire as she walked into the building, locking it behind her. He loved the way she walked, but tonight she’d been much more stiff than usual. Normally, she had a swaying gait that showed how much she loved to dress, how she liked the way the fabric felt against her body. Her walk showed the world that she was all woman and loved it. Tonight, there had still been the telling sway, she couldn’t completely shut that off since it was so innate to her personality. But he could also perceive that she was trying hard not to show him anything.
Too bad, he thought as he reversed out of the parking space. He’d seen enough women to know what was underneath those clothes. Plus, he had a very vivid imagination. And he wasn’t just imagining her walking into a building, he knew as he drove to his own penthouse apartment in a different part of the city. No, he was thinking of her in all sorts of positions, all of which included her love of fashion and his love of naked and almost naked women. Her nakedness in particular.
Chapter 3
Zoe woke the next morning feeling as if she were trapped. Not the same feeling as the day before though. This was a much more crazy kind of trap. Hunted, she thought as she pulled on a pink, wool dress with a stiff collar that framed her neck and face. No more conservative suits, she though as she added several chains of gold,
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