One Night with the Rebel Billionaire. Trish Wylie

wasn’t that easily diverted. ‘Are you or are you not involved with Jake?’

      ‘I am.’ She nodded firmly.

      Adam knew he’d worded it wrong. ‘Sexually.’

      Her eyes widened, gaze darting nervously around them and her voice lowering. ‘Do you mind?’

      As it happened, yes, he did. He minded a whole heap.

      They stepped into the elevator together, Adam waiting until the doors closed before he moved and effectively boxed her into a corner with his body.

      ‘Yes or no.’

      The small space between them seemed to crackle. From the change in her breathing and the sharp intake of breath she took Adam knew she could feel it as keenly as he could. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so much heat radiating from a woman. He’d felt it on the beach, he’d felt it in the kitchen, he’d provoked it on the plane…

      If she wasn’t involved with Jake, then she was in way over her pretty little head. She was exactly the kind of distraction Adam needed from the things he currently felt he had a fleeting control over.

      The doors behind him slid open and he saw Roane angling her head to look around him, the small grimace on her face telling him they had company. So he casually leaned a shoulder against the wall and lowered his tone.

      ‘Yes or no.’

      Roane glared at him, answering in a similarly low tone, ‘None of your business.’

      ‘I’m making it my business.’

      ‘Why?’ She seemed astounded by the notion.

      Surely she couldn’t be that naive? But if she wanted to have the discussion in front of an audience, then so be it. ‘Why do you think?’

      Taking a moment to smile weakly at the other occupant of the elevator, she flicked her long lashes upwards again. ‘I’m not interested.’

      Adam’s smile was slow. ‘Liar.’

      The elevator doors opened again and for a brief second Adam thought he heard her moan. Probably mentally willing their visitor to stay. But by the time the doors closed the spark of fire had returned to her eyes.

      ‘I meant I didn’t want to know why.’ She cocked her head to one side, the curls at the end of her shoulder-length hair brushing the collar of her jacket. Then she grumbled, ‘If your ego gets any bigger you’ll have to give it its own name.’

      ‘So why did you tell me you’re in a relationship with my brother if you’re not?’

      Roane growled at him. ‘You are the most—’

      Adam calmly folded his arms again. ‘Want to know what I think?’

      She lifted her arms and flopped them down into a similar folded position, pouting in a way that drew his attention to her mouth. ‘No.’

      Adam continued to stare at her mouth. ‘I think you were hiding behind him.’

      When she worried on her lower lip it drew his hand out of the crook of his arm, his thumb pressing against it to still the movement. ‘Don’t do that.’

      When his gaze rose he found her staring at him, the blue now clouded with—he frowned—was it fear? It made him study her closer, the realization slow to filter through to the front of his brain. ‘This is new to you.’

      How could someone with so much fire not have experience of sexual attraction on its most basic level? There was no way she’d got to her age and not—He almost laughed in disbelief at the idea. There was no way she was a virgin.

      When the doors slid open he dropped his hand and glanced over his shoulder, frowning when they were joined by several men and women in suits. He knew there was another reason he hated office environments. Too many damn people.

      He looked down at Roane again, the flush on her cheeks and the laboured rise and fall of her breasts telling him just how affected she was by their topic of conversation and the proximity he’d forced on her. There was one thing he was sure of—she was turned on. He’d bet she was ready for him already.

      He breathed deep as if he might catch the scent of her arousal in the air, then stated the obvious with deep satisfaction. ‘It’s a no to you and Jake.’

      ‘Well, that genius IQ obviously isn’t wasted on you, is it?’ She glared up at him, then looked away.

      ‘Was it ever a yes?’

      ‘No. Happy now?’ Another glare.

      Ecstatic. For the first time since he’d laid eyes on her Adam let go. He experienced anticipation thrumming through his veins, the rush of adrenalin pumping his blood harder. It had been a long, long time since he’d been so turned on by the thrill of the chase.