Page 4 of Captivated By You
I could never resist a pretty face staring at me in awe. It was part of the thrill of being famous, part of the ego from being a man. We liked being appreciated and didn’t care if it was about our looks.
“Can I help you up?” I asked, unable to stop a smirk stretching my lips.
God, she was fucking hot. My dick took notice. She placed her hand in mine and I pulled her to her feet, my jeans growing uncomfortably tight.
Damn it.
“Thank you, Mr. Allistor,” she said.
Something about her tone made my smile fall. “And you are?”
Like I’d asked her to divulge state secrets, her awed expression went blank. She bent down, grabbed her phone, and tossed it into her purse without looking at me. “None of your business.”
She brushed her hair off the shoulder of her deep gray, short-sleeved dress, and straightened.
A chase. I liked it more than I should.
Next to me, Anne cleared her throat revealing her impatience. But fuck her. Fuck Infidelity and all it implied. I wanted this one.
“I’d like it to be.”
She looked at me then, eyes narrowed and shook her head. In the most beautiful, soft and silky Southern drawl, she said, “I apologize for bumping into you Mr. Allistor—”
“Liam,” I all but snapped. I hated being called Mr. Anything. Fucking hell, I was twenty-eight, not fifty. Society demanded it but I didn’t care for societal expectations any more than I cared for being wrongly accused of rape.
Based on the expression this girl was now shooting me, she’d obviously heard.
“Liam, then.” She nodded once. God, she was completely unruffled by me, and I still felt knocked on my ass. “I apologize for running into you, I should have been paying attention.”
“It was my fault,” I said, stepping closer. “And you deserve an apology from me. Let me take you to lunch.”
“We have a meeting, Liam.” Anne clipped her words with a vicious hint to them. I knew better than to ignore it, but fuck. This woman.
“I’m sorry,” I said to the woman. She was still standing there, not looking at me, but over my shoulder. But I was the asshole standing in her way, essentially blocking her from going anywhere. “Tell me your name. I’ll call you when I’m done with my meeting. I’ll buy you a drink as an apology.”
“No, thank you.” She stepped to the side and stared straight ahead.
Irritation spiked in my veins. I’d bet my millions that a year ago, she’d react differently to me. Goddamn I was screwed.
“Have a good meeting, and my apologies, again.” She scurried away, not looking at me, and my eyes stayed glued to the sway of her small but rounded ass until she turned the corner.
Anne’s fingers wrapped around my wrist and she yanked me into the elevator.
“Focus, Liam.”
“Oh, I’m focused,” I grumbled, adjusting myself and earning a roll of the eye from Anne.
“You’re an idiot,” Anne said.
I felt like one so I didn’t argue. As the doors closed and the elevator lifted, I tried to put that woman out of my mind.
I’d probably never see her again, not in a city the size of New York. And since I didn’t have her name, there was no way to get in contact with her, but fuck if I didn’t want to. She was sexy. A bit sassy. Absolutely perfect.
The idea of some classy woman like her—my assumption based on the way she was dressed—already having judged me for something I didn’t fucking do in the first place made my blood boil.
I at least wanted to set her straight.
“Forget about her, Liam.”
