Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 12 I took a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage I could find. "Sex is not included in the deal." +25 Bonus For a moment, Christian actually looked surprised. His eyes widened slightly, and the mask of unshakable confidence slipped. But then, just as quickly, it was back-the seductive smile I knew far too well curving his lips. "Are you sure?" he asked, leaning in ever so slightly. Just enough to let me feel his heat without him even touching me. "Because I remember very well the way you moaned my name last time." My face went up in flames, shame devouring me from the inside.

Images of that night in the pool flooded my mind without permission. The warm water around us, his fingers mapping paths across my skin, the way his body had fit against mine so perfectly. "I didn't even know that was your real name!" I protested, crossing my arms like that could protect me from both the memories and his presence. "Now you do," he said, his voice dropping a full octave-deep, rich, and designed to send shivers down my spine. I had to stand my ground. This was a business arrangement. Nothing more.

It didn't matter that my body remembered exactly what it felt like to be with him. It didn't matter that, for one night, I'd felt more alive than I had in years. "It changes nothing. No sex." Christian shrugged, as if my condition didn't bother him in the slightest. Somehow, that irritated me even more. "Fine. I don't need a deal to sleep with you.' "What?" His gaze traveled over me slowly, like he could see straight through the fabric of my clothes. Like he was memorizing every curve, every detail.

"You'll come looking for me when you're desperate for my hands." His fingers raked casually through his hair. It was a gesture that had no right to look as sensual as it did. "Or my tongue. Or the things I do when I'm between your legs." . I swallowed hard, battling the images he was deliberately planting in my head. Damn him! He knew exactly what he was doing. "That's never going to happen," I said. But my voice didn't have nearly the conviction I wanted. The crescent moon cast shadows across his face, accentuating the sharp lines of his jaw and the shape of his lips that I knew too well.

too close. Close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from his body. Close enough for the scent of his cologne to invade my senses. Close enough for me to realize I was holding my breath. My eyes betrayed me, dropping to his mouth, remembering

"Kissing? Impossible." "Why?" "I can't have a fiancée I don't kiss in front of people." He shook his head, incredulous. The movement sent a strand of hair falling across his forehead, and

No one would believe it. Not my family, not his grandfather, not the people at the event. "Fine. A peck, or something like that. But no kissing... no real kissing." Christian arched an eyebrow, stepping closer again. This time, I didn't back away. Partly because there was nowhere to go-the

a whisper, far too intimate for a business arrangement. "Like this, it's fine..." He leaned in, brushing his lips lightly against mine in a quick peck. The touch, brief as it was, sent a rush of heat through my body. Ridiculous, how something so simple could have such an effect. I

turn to jelly. The kind that makes you forget your own name. The kind that promised far more