CAUGHT IN THE BILLIONAIRE WEB

Trapped In His Room

AMY POV

The door opened.

James Harrington walked in and shut it behind him. The sound was sharp in the quiet room. For a second, both of us just stared at each other, mouths slightly open, like we weren’t sure what we were seeing.

He wasn’t expecting anyone in his room.

And I wasn’t expecting him so soon.

My heart slammed in my chest.

“What the hell…” he stepped closer, eyes narrowing “who are you, and what are you doing in my room?”

His voice was cold and sharp and angry enough to make my stomach twist.

I panicked and pulled the blanket off my body as I jumped up from the bed. “I’m sorry….I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…I was just…” The words kept stumbling out. I couldn’t even hold them together.

His eyes widened for half a second, then narrowed. He didn’t speak. He just stared at me, his once raging eyes filled with something else. His eyes trailed slowly from my face down my throat, over my chest, the dip of my waist, the curve of my hips, all the way to my bare thighs. When his gaze dragged back up, his lips parted and he let out the smallest, roughest breath

I saw his fingers flex at his sides. His throat moved as he swallowed. The anger in his eyes flickered, then darkened into something heavy and hot.

I’d spent years hiding under baggy sweaters because Mom said men would look at me like that. Like they were starving. Like I was food.

Now one was but Mom was dying. And everything depended on me not running away.

My heart pounded so hard I felt sick.

This was my chance to seduce him. I had no idea what to do, but I had to try.

I shook my boobs slowly as I walked up to him.

My hands found his collar. I tugged gently even though it was already perfect. “You scared me, daddy,” I whispered, letting my lashes flutter.

He swallowed, and tried to avoid my gaze.

“Don’t call me that,” he said, but his voice cracked and softer now.

I rose on my toes. Fixed his collar again ensuring our mouths were almost touching. “What happens if I do it again?”

His hand moved slightly near my waist, then he pulled it back and ran his fingers through his hair.

Who are you and what are you doing in my room? He asked again with a straight face.

I think there is a mix-up, I said, brushing my lips against his (barely a kiss) then turned to walk away.

“I’ll just go,” I whispered. “Wrong room.”

I turned and swayed my hips more than they needed to, as I bent to pick my bag on the floor.

When I straightened, James was already there, close enough that I bumped straight into him.

I let out a little laugh, soft and breathy. “Oops… what are you doing, Daddy?”

His jaw flexed. “I told you not to call me that. I’m not old enough to be your father.”

I bit my lip, looking up at him through my lashes. “Then stop me”

He didn’t say anything. His hands curled into fists and his knuckles turned white, like he was holding onto the very last thread of control.

I leaned in, brushed my mouth against his, just a feather-light touch and started to pull back.

That was all it took to lose his control.

He caught my waist, yanked me against him so fast the air left my lungs in a rush. I could feel his heart hammering, wild, right under my palms.

You think you can walk in here, tease me, and just walk away?” he said quietly, his breath brushing my lips. “You need to make that up to me.”

I hesitated, stared at him a bit, then kissed him. And he kissed me back like the whole damn room was on fire and we were the only thing keeping each other from burning alive.