ALL THAT HE WANTS (Volume 1 The Billionaire's Seduction) by Olivia Thorne Page B

in a long line.”
    He grinned – which was not what I’d been expecting.
    “I’ve already slept with you, Lily. If I really was a cad, don’t you think that would have been it? Wham, bam, thank you ma’am?”
    Well… okay… he DOES have a point…
    Then he reached out, took my hand in his, and stared deep into my eyes. My heart fluttered a little more.
    He gestured to the limo with his champagne glass, like I’d done earlier.
    “‘All this’ is just window-dressing. You’re the main attraction. When I’m with you, I’m with you. You have my complete, undivided attention. It’s just you… and me.”
    “But when it’s over, it’s over, right?” I said with a trace of bitterness.
    I didn’t even think about what I was saying; it was like I had just heard a line of dialogue from a movie, not actually speaking the words myself. They just slipped out before I knew it.
    As soon as they did, my eyes widened. I expected the limo to slam to a halt and Mr. Connor Brooks to show me the door without further ado.
    Instead, he laughed.
    Again, totally unexpected.
    Then he cocked his head and looked at me, his eyes twinkling. “In order to know that, we have to take the next step, don’t we?”
    Another line, I mumbled inwardly.
    But another good one.
    He leaned in close, and I smelled that intoxicating scent of his – that masculine, exotic cologne that made me want his arms around my body. “ I want to. The question is, do you?”
    I had a choice to make again – but this time I was slightly more level-headed than out on the curb.
    He hadn’t promised me anything except a night. Maybe a weekend.
    And it was stupid of me to think I was the only woman he’d ever swept off her feet.
    But I’d chosen to go with him.
    Because I really, really wanted to, consequences be damned.
    Did I still want to go with him, even though he wasn’t promising anything beyond tonight?
    Did I still want him to kiss me again?
    To make love to me again?
    Consequences be damned?
    Oh, HELL yes.
    I’d gotten carried away before, that was for sure. And I wasn’t a girl who got ‘carried away.’
    But I wanted to be.
    Especially if he was the one doing the carrying.
    “Yes,” I whispered.
    He smiled and leaned in further.
    “Good,” he whispered back, then kissed me again, so soft and sweet I could have stayed like that forever, with his lips brushing across mine.
    Except a voice over the speaker system broke into the moment.
    “Hope I’m not interrupting, boss, but we’re here.”
    Connor leaned back and sighed.
    “Damn his fast driving.” Then he pressed a button on the console. “Would you get the lady’s door, Johnny?”
    “Sure thing.”
    And seconds later, the limo door to my left opened.

3
    When I saw the guy who had opened the door, my first impression was Suit and tie – way EXPENSIVE suit and tie.
    My second impression was Huh, Asian guy.
    My third impression was Holy CRAP, he’s got a GUN!
    It was just a glimpse, but I saw the holster under the Armani jacket, and the flash of grey metal. Then the jacket resettled and the gun was gone.
    I froze on the seat, terrified.
    I don’t like guns.
    I’m especially not fond of strange men with guns.
    He looked down at me and extended his arm to help me out of the limo. He was young and handsome, probably Japanese, late 20’s, with longish hair that covered his ears and a neatly trimmed goatee with mustache.
    When I didn’t take his hand, he smiled and looked over the roof of the car. “I think the lady’s scared of me, boss,” he said in a flat, midwestern accent.
    “And well she should be. You’re a very scary person,” Connor agreed. He sounded like he was already outside the car.
    “That’s what you pay me for,” the man laughed.
    I glanced over – Connor’s door was open. I could see him standing next to it, his body visible only from the knees to his chest.
    “I’ll… get out on that side,” I squeaked, and quickly slid across the seat.
    As soon as