Untamed Billionaire's Innocent Bride. Caitlin Crews
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emissary sent from those who had abandoned him. All his talk of kissing and fairy tales was just more misdirection. Game-playing. Like all the scenarios she’d played out in her head about her parents.
She had to assume that his refusal to involve himself with the San Giacomos was motivated by hurt feelings. But if she knew one thing about men—no matter how powerful, wealthy or seemingly impervious—it was that all of them responded to hurt feelings as if the feelings themselves were an attack. And anyone in the vicinity was a collaborator.
“I appreciate your position, Dominik,” she said, trying to sound conciliatory. Sweet, even, since he was the first person alive who’d ever called her that. “I really do. But I still want to restore you to your family. What do I have to do to make that happen?”
“First, you go wandering around the forbidding woods in a red cloak.” Dominik shook his head, making a faint tsk-ing sound. “Then you let the Big Bad Wolf find out how you taste. Now an open-ended offer? My, my. What big eyes you have, little red.”
There was no reason she should shiver at that, as if he was making predictions instead of taking part in this same extended game that she had already given too much of her time and attention.
But the woods were all around them. The breeze whispered through the trees, and the village with all its people was far, far away from here.
And he’d already kissed her.
What, exactly, are you offering him? she asked herself.
But she had no answer.
Looking at Dominik James made Lauren feel as if she didn’t know herself at all. It made her feel like her body belonged to someone else, shivery and nervous. It made her tongue feel as if it no longer worked the way it should. She didn’t like it at all. She didn’t like him, she told herself.
But she didn’t turn on her heel and leave, either.
“There must be something that could convince you to come back to London and take your rightful place as a member of the San Giacomo family,” she said, trying to sound reasonable. Calmly rational. “It’s clearly not money, or you would have jumped at the chance to access your own fortune.”
He shrugged. “You cannot tempt me with that kind of power.”
“Because, of course, you prefer to play power games like this. Where you pretend you have no interest in power, all the while using what power you do have to do the exact opposite of anything asked of you.”
It was possible she shouldn’t have said that, she reflected in some panic as his gaze narrowed on her in a way that made her...shake, deep inside.
But if she expected him to shout or issue threats, he didn’t. He only studied her in that way for another moment, then grinned. Slowly.
A sharp blade of a grin that made her stop breathing, even as it boded ill.
For her. For the heart careening around and battering her ribs.
For all the things she wanted to pretend she didn’t feel, like a thick, consuming heat inside her.
“By all means, little red,” he said, his voice low. “Come inside. Sit by my fire. Convince me, if you can.”
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