Top Love: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (Young Adult Stepbrother and Billionaire Romance Stories) by Ellen Lane, Taylor Young
Authors: Ellen Lane, Taylor Young
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her off on some business to do with the building. Everything from materials to finalizing plans needed her approval, and Cat usually found herself busy from dawn until dusk.
But, on the plus side of things, she spent the majority of her time with her charming, gorgeous host. He showed her all of the great London warehouses, where the steel for the frame of their building would be manufactured, introduced her to more window specialists than she could remember the names of, and took her on tours of some of the city’s old, historic homes. Though the style of most of London’s architecture hearkened back to the Victorian period, there were a few post-modern buildings that she saw her own design in.
And whether the structures were older or newer, she soaked up all the information she could get from Elias like a sponge. Having had no formal schooling, she wanted to learn all that she could. After Catherine got back to the States, who knew when she would have this opportunity again? That, and she was pretty sure she’d never be as enthralled in any class as she was with Elias’ smooth, velvety British tones espousing on the history of cobblestone and brick.
Of course, they had time for a few non-architecture related things as well. Elias took her down to the High Street – London’s fashion district – and after watching her stare, awed, into windows for the better part of two hours, finally dragged her into one of the shops, insisting that she buy something. Of course, Cat was far too meek to admit that she barely had enough money to afford the few expenses the hotel didn’t take care of, but at her reticence, Elias took charge.
He had a way of doing that.
They were supposed to be peers , Cat had reminded herself as the man led her over to various racks of women’s clothing. She was designing his house. That was all it was.
…so why the hell had she let him pick clothes for her? Pluck silky dresses from the racks that cost more than she made in months and then let him see her try them on? Cat had hardly let her former boyfriends go shopping with her. What happened that she suddenly let Elias bully her into doing what he wished?
She supposed it might have something to do with the fact that she liked his bullying. Well, it wasn’t bullying per say. It was just that the man was…forceful. He gave orders. He steered her in the direction that he wanted her. His large form hovered over hers in a way that simultaneously intimidated and interested her as he guided her about London with a firm hand.
The young woman found herself trying to stave off thoughts of what his hands might be like behind closed doors. What was Elias Johnson like as a lover? For the past few years of her adult life, Cat had studiously tried to avoid romance. If she needed pleasing, she could please herself just fine. Men had done her wrong more often than not. But, Elias was different. He emitted a kind of cool, commanding confidence that had her almost desperate to see how his persona would carry into the bedroom.
Would he be gentle and tender? Domineering and rough? Dreams of both scenarios had her waking in the middle of the night, flushed and uncomfortable below the waist as she tried to find sleep once more.
But, despite all her repressed desire, Cat held her own admirably. There were several situations in which the man might have been making advances, and she staved him off; ducked under his arm, backed away, or outright fled back to her hotel room. She was feeling very pleased with herself on the afternoon he offered to take her to the London Eye.
Very in control.
Unfortunately, that control was quite easily wrested from her.
Not only did Elias want to show her the London Eye, he wanted to take her up in it. And Cat could hardly refuse him – especially not when the man rented out the entire goddamn thing on a busy day just so that they could take a ride.
Catherine’s face was plastered to the window of the capsule they sat in as
But, on the plus side of things, she spent the majority of her time with her charming, gorgeous host. He showed her all of the great London warehouses, where the steel for the frame of their building would be manufactured, introduced her to more window specialists than she could remember the names of, and took her on tours of some of the city’s old, historic homes. Though the style of most of London’s architecture hearkened back to the Victorian period, there were a few post-modern buildings that she saw her own design in.
And whether the structures were older or newer, she soaked up all the information she could get from Elias like a sponge. Having had no formal schooling, she wanted to learn all that she could. After Catherine got back to the States, who knew when she would have this opportunity again? That, and she was pretty sure she’d never be as enthralled in any class as she was with Elias’ smooth, velvety British tones espousing on the history of cobblestone and brick.
Of course, they had time for a few non-architecture related things as well. Elias took her down to the High Street – London’s fashion district – and after watching her stare, awed, into windows for the better part of two hours, finally dragged her into one of the shops, insisting that she buy something. Of course, Cat was far too meek to admit that she barely had enough money to afford the few expenses the hotel didn’t take care of, but at her reticence, Elias took charge.
He had a way of doing that.
They were supposed to be peers , Cat had reminded herself as the man led her over to various racks of women’s clothing. She was designing his house. That was all it was.
…so why the hell had she let him pick clothes for her? Pluck silky dresses from the racks that cost more than she made in months and then let him see her try them on? Cat had hardly let her former boyfriends go shopping with her. What happened that she suddenly let Elias bully her into doing what he wished?
She supposed it might have something to do with the fact that she liked his bullying. Well, it wasn’t bullying per say. It was just that the man was…forceful. He gave orders. He steered her in the direction that he wanted her. His large form hovered over hers in a way that simultaneously intimidated and interested her as he guided her about London with a firm hand.
The young woman found herself trying to stave off thoughts of what his hands might be like behind closed doors. What was Elias Johnson like as a lover? For the past few years of her adult life, Cat had studiously tried to avoid romance. If she needed pleasing, she could please herself just fine. Men had done her wrong more often than not. But, Elias was different. He emitted a kind of cool, commanding confidence that had her almost desperate to see how his persona would carry into the bedroom.
Would he be gentle and tender? Domineering and rough? Dreams of both scenarios had her waking in the middle of the night, flushed and uncomfortable below the waist as she tried to find sleep once more.
But, despite all her repressed desire, Cat held her own admirably. There were several situations in which the man might have been making advances, and she staved him off; ducked under his arm, backed away, or outright fled back to her hotel room. She was feeling very pleased with herself on the afternoon he offered to take her to the London Eye.
Very in control.
Unfortunately, that control was quite easily wrested from her.
Not only did Elias want to show her the London Eye, he wanted to take her up in it. And Cat could hardly refuse him – especially not when the man rented out the entire goddamn thing on a busy day just so that they could take a ride.
Catherine’s face was plastered to the window of the capsule they sat in as
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