The Billionaire's Accidental Wife

eight and paced around in front of her like some male underwe

zed this kind of pacing; this was his boss's thinking

ng? His offer wasn't mind-shattering, i

rm, silky bed, with that thought, Catherine smiled, that Mr. Richmond actually stepped backwa

le your salary plus bonus," the god mumbled,

hinking pace just to tel

, w

he comfort of my home? It's all basically the sa

an empty shot glass from the nearby coffee table, went to his minibar, and poured himself a vintage expensive wine

at? What is th

ll be paying you as my assistant, but

is wrong with this

unded as if she was making fun of him, and Shawn noticed the heat on her face upon concluding her lengthy speech. Weird, she never expected Miss Brown to be this amazing, unsettled, and out of character; after all, she was his prim and

ce would be tied to his for all eternity because he would do everything to

at the hell w

ha

your life judgment, Miss Brown, because I can't be persuaded

it! It was just her manner, "Are you seriously noticing those mundane manners of mine? It's none of your concern, I

ith those knowing-it-all smirks when he saw h

, I mean... my

e. And I can't wait to find you n

"Jesus! Shawn, that's not wha

harder and faster, but hearing it from her made him want to hear it again, so he added, "Oh, I know, wife, and it's no wonder you

? I was not naked yesterday...I-I have a

e added with

ha

awn, I like

are Mr. Ric

n settle it th

ame? Dafaq!? Did he know her

desire for her to flare briefly in his eyes and was satisfied when she stepped back again. "No, I mean, I will call you Mr. Richmond," she repeated. Damn it, she knew she was talkin

by my name? I like my name in your lips; it sounds better," he demanded, hi

iou

contract or anything, so I'll leave now." She put her sandals on, took a deep breath, and stood, slowly taking a step toward the door, but Shawn suddenly appeared like a solid wall, blocking her way. She glanced at

ly, laying a placating hand on his arm. Two could play this game. She knew the man was pl

king you back, to take the job. I need you," he told her softly, his voice soft and menacing. Even the unseen would grow uneasy upon hearing his dee

lf. "Oh really now? Mr. Richmond, y

ed why she hadn't fallen down to the f

zed for that, Cath

me like that, I'm about to

ossessiveness in his stares, with a sensual cruelty around his beautifu

a question,"

s method, and it sent heat curling unexpectedly through her body. She felt the color creeping up her n

ed, as still as a lion poised to pounce

rubbed her temples in protest. Then she sighed, shook her head, and even attempted a smile. "Look, I'm not c

er did. What the hell made y

fucking time, but now,... it doesn't matter. I can just

face. She was lying to him. She wanted the job. She was eager to take it but too proud to say anything. She coated her desperati

heart pounding, hear the rush of blood, of life, through her veins. His gaze rested on the plum lips, biting t

om his body, the allure and charisma he exuded. He wasn't touching her, but she felt the warmth of his skin a

sion?" She sounded defia

his head slowly toward her until she could feel his breath against her neck, then near her lips, almost gracing them. Her skin tingles with apprehension, or maybe from the

huge mansion..." he wh

ere playing a game, she was not going to make a wrong move. "I need to know what I'm getting myse

like a hungry predator eyeing its prey.

s. I have to go." She added a little lie and hoped for the best, because if

nger rip through him at the very thoug