All Chapters of Entangled with the Billionaire : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

She glanced at his bare chest as they walked side by side. It was really hard to sit through breakfast with him sitting close, his upper body unclad, not to mention all the sexual innuendos he was dropping and his intense gaze. She barely made it through.So when he said he was going to show her around, she thought he would at least put on a shirt over those strong arms, cover up those rock-hard abs and muscles. Look away, Scarlett! She pulled her gaze away and resumed listening.“This is the living room,” he gestured around. “You can tell, nothing much happens here. I rarely use this part of the house.”“How long have you lived here?” She asked.He thought about it. “Ten years, since I left home. Of course, I’ve had it remodeled over the years, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave...” He paused. “The house is to me like the bat cave is to Batman,” he said with a chuckle.She chuckled at the reference.He extended a hand to her.

Scarlett’s eyes widened in surprise when the elevator doors opened, maybe more shock than surprise because there was nothing strange about Tess in the elevator. Cameron was just about to enter. Also, it wasn’t that much of a shock that Anika had tagged along. “Hello, Mr. Grayson,” they greeted in unison. Scarlett shut her eyes and massaged her temples. Anika could not hide the excitement in her voice. “Hello,” Cameron greeted and nodded in their direction. “Hello, Scarlett!” She smiled at them, “Tess, Anika, lovely day, isn’t it?” Tess stared at her in amusement. Scarlett cursed silently when Cameron glanced at her. Lovely day, isn’t it? Who did she think she was? The British royal family? Maybe she should take it up a notch and ask them about the weather? What next? Howdy? She stood erect, slightly behind Cameron. She was carrying his briefcase and the tab in her hand. Cameron, on the other hand, had his hands in his pockets as he stared ahead, oblivious to the giggling

“Mr. Grayson, shall we continue?” Mr. Smith asked, putting an end to his pleasant daydreaming.“Ye...Yes, of course.”Mr. Smith flashed a wide smile, interviewing Cameron would see his career flying off the charts; he couldn’t miss it. “Pay no heed to the prompter if you don’t like the answers.”He nodded. He wasn’t going to look at the prompter, but that didn’t mean his eyes wouldn’t wander to the sexy woman standing across from him.Scarlett tried to stand impossibly still. Maybe if she wasn’t moving too much or doing too much, Cameron would not be ogling her like she was chocolate chip ice cream. She had lost count of the number of food metaphors she had used to describe herself because of Cameron’s intense staring.A small smirk crept on his lips when he saw she was standing still, her hands behind her back. Not even that strict teacher pose could do anything to quell the desire and hunger he felt for her. Heck, she could be squatting

'I don’t see my efforts as philanthropy. I know the meaning of the word, but when I hear it, I think it creates a kind of class divide. It emphasizes the vast difference...'Scarlett bit her fingernails, pacing from one end of the room to the other. She stopped to listen to Cameron’s entrancing voice from the laptop on her bed.Not once but twice, she had kissed Cameron, and one of them she had even initiated. She thought about the time he wiped her lips, the soft strokes of his hands, his eyes darkened with the lust he was feeling. She felt a fresh pool of wetness between her legs. She crashed and lay sprawled on the bed.There was no denying her attraction to him, or whatever it was that made her act like a crazed sex maniac around him. It was potent, pulling her with a force she couldn’t explain. It left her core wet and throbbing with need. She wanted him with all of her being. Yet the small part of her brain, the part that still had working cognitive abilities, screamed in her he

Cameron sipped his coffee as he peered at her over the mug. She pushed a plate of cookies towards him and sat across from him, pouring herself a cup of coffee. “You know, when you asked me to come over, I presumed Scarlett would be here.” Clarissa shrugged, “If I had told you it was only me, would you have come?” “Let me see, the other time you salted my cookies but you also helped me score some points...” He paused, “Sometimes unknowingly, other times very intentionally...” She chuckled. “I would have come, but I’d still have hesitated to eat your cookies.” She reached forward, took a piece from his plate, and ate it, “See... it’s fine.” He took a piece and when he bit into it, it took everything in him not to grunt out loud in satisfaction, “Perfect.” “I know.” “So, we’re here to talk about Scarlett, behind her back?” She smiled, “Something like that.” “Scarlett has been happy of late, really happy...” She glanced at him, “And as her mother who loves her to death, I shoul