The Billion Dollar Deal [#2]
"Make me better."
His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes moving over her sculpted body. "But, sweetheart, you're already perfect."
If it weren't for her pounding heart, she would have rolled her eyes and replied with a snide remark. But instead, she said, "Make me irresistible. Make me someone better so he wants me."
He lifted a brow, using his long index finger to considerably stroke his jaw. "Then it wouldn't be you he'd want. You'd be someone beneath you."
"I don't care," she found herself saying. "I just want someone to look at me the way everyone looks at you - like you're something they want."
He deeply sighed, nodded his head then turned away from her before saying, "We'll have to eventually break you in then, sweetheart. No one wants an inexperienced lover."