Dirty Aristocrat: British Billionaire Bad Boy Romance - Plot & Excerpts
I really thought I could wing it and he wouldn’t know, but it was not to be. ‘No,’ I whispered.‘What?’ he bit out incredulously.‘It’s true. I never have,’ I admitted.‘How can that be?’‘That’s how it is,’ I said in frustration.He continued to stare at me. Neither of us moved, then he took a long step back. ‘Right,’ he said, and for the first time since I knew him he sounded like the upper-crust Englishman that he was. ‘I have to go somewhere for a bit. Can you give me a few minutes? I need to do something. It’s … rather important.’I stared at him wordlessly. It was the weirdest thing ever. There I was with my ass swinging in the air and he needed a few minutes to do something. ‘OK,’ I said. What else was I going to say?‘Good.’ He nodded and, as if talking more to himself than me, said, ‘Good. Don’t move. I’ll be back. Wait for me.’I nodded, wondering if I was trapped inside a really bad slapstick comedy.He strode out of the room and I heard him cross the living room and go into his bedroom.
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