The CEO's Playboy Son

opened up, I knew I was going to have to hurry. As quickly as I could, I darted down the street, looking for the subway

ed as I felt the thin fabric of my dress start to soak through. It was a cold rain, es

I could. Puddles were forming all around me and despite my best efforts to stay dry, I landed in a deep one that sent r

y wishing it to change. I could finally see the subway sign – I was only a block a

groaned. Was this asshole going to stay parked he

ve to dart out into the rain while cursing his misfortune. But when I re

as beckoning me inside

n

stupidly, staring

n,” he said. He jerke

I stammered. My chee

nd winked. The wink was enough to melt my heart, and

hed.

nry said firm

g harder than ever and with a squ

ion. “Take us to Brooklyn,” he said in a clear voice. Tu

“That obv

nned. “Ch

sked after accepting a flute full of Los

gne, then leaned back against t

ed. “Why? You don’t have to

at? I’m not allowe

same smirking, smug creature who had paraded around in fr

amy taste of the fizzy alcohol. “I just…” I trailed off, blus

the harder. “I’d like to know you, though,” he added, placing a hand on my knee. The c

York I was used to. Instead of a gritty, smelly, buzzing city, I was now enclosed in a

eat. “I could get used to this,” I said

Here,” he said, passing me a Burberry

es for any hint of sarcasm. But there was n

ally. “What happen

ed asking. Just as I was about to tell him that

But it’s not just that.” He sighed. “My father hasn’t ever taken me seriously. I guess I stopp

and took a sip of champagne

– he was always working. And Mom divorced him when I was a little kid. She ran off with her lawyer and now they live in the Bahamas. She has four k

I said slowly. “Mothers are supposed

h, supposed to,” he said. “T

“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I

thinking about what it would feel like if he touched me again. Being around him was making me feel both excited and nervous at once –

te complaining. I don’t know what’s wrong with

any good friends?” I cringed, realiz

’t really discuss our feelings very much.” He smirked again. “My best budd

hen I realized it was because I was starting to feel really comfortable around Henry. That I was jealous thinking about him going out on a normal day. Tha

idn’t expect that.” He laughed. “You

aid. “My mom always said that made me awkwar

hould be like you,” he added. This time, his eyes

red wildly in my chest as Henry moved closer. He licked his lips and my stomach flippe