LOVING THE ENEMYY BILLIONAIRE

IA’S

fore I sit. He waits for me to sit before he walks over to his own seat. Like a real ge

y woman want to have her hands all over him. His dark brown hair is styled perfect

h people go to. He had a reservation made just for the two of us in a speci

. He looks very relaxed and less uptight than he did at the fundraising pa

accentuates my curves and stops mid-thigh. I’ve seen him glance at my legs a hundre

onster but at least

utiful girl.” He grins. “Di

just have to sit and wait for our food to be served. There’s an awkward

stare at my chest. His grey eyes stare into mi

ngton?” I say pushing myself forwards and rest

just pulled out of a trance and

reep. You’re just really exquisite.” He’s talking to me very diffe

l calm and composed and formal and to

t him with flirty eyes. “I have a feeling it wasn’t t

raising his hands up pl

ere going to agree but here we are. I’m happy you said yes.” He g

y because I don’t like what his face is doing to me. I don’t

s, his eyes widen slightly like he just received the best news of his life and I fight t

e way she looked at you last night. That must have made you uncomfortable.” Mich

list of people I w

ff. Is she normally like that with everyo

hat he’s thinking about. Before I can ask him the next question, I hear

but water because it smells so good and I’ve never seen steak look as good as this on

te. “Maybe I’ll stay in Wellington city aft

ughs. “A t

know it Michael and I are making jokes about food o

him and not laughing in a restaurant with him like we're long-time friends. I clear my throat and adjus

ns in check when I’m around him. He is NOT m

and what I feel as his skin touches mine is indescribable. I don’t know i

ke a brother to me but Michael, touching Michael feels like

of an effect on me. It feels like the earth stopped rotatin

because I’m touch deprived. I hate him and not even hi

hing. Standing up quickly and offering him a strained smile, I make m

o covered with glowing fake stars like the room Michael and I are in. It reminds me of how I

ut he’s being such a gentleman it’s making me wonder if he’s just rea

monster I think he is, then th

soon as I walk b

od make you sick?” He asks loo

dizzy. I haven’t had that much rest since I came to tow

get you

car window. We reach my place in no time and I thank Michael for dinner with a sweet smil

eel those darn butterflies again. I look back in his

esturing at both of us with his index finger. “But I really like you an

ou again Amelia.

to dig up dirt about him. “I would like that. Also, tonight was amazing.

.” He co

me I walk into my house, I’m questioning everyt

am asks me as so

se one.” I say walking pas