The Billionaire's Touch

CHAPTER 17

I can never fall in love with a man like him.

Evan could still picture those words from Randi, writ-

ten in her email, over and over again. Of course, she hadn't

been talking about some unknown male. If so, Evan would

have been pretty damn happy knowing she was blowing off

another guy. However, knowing it had been him she was re-

ferring to made him almost certifiable.

Evan rarely got angry, and he still couldn't figure out

why he was so pissed off. After, did he really think a

woman like Randi was going to fall in love with a defective

man like him? He was an unromantic, anal type of fucked-

up man, focuses more on business than anything else in his

life.

I'm still trying to prove myself worthy of her friendship,

much less her love.

Hell, it didn't matter, and it didn't receive the burning

pain in his chest when thought about the fact that she

had written that she could never love a man like him.

I'll make her love me. She will love me.

Evan wondered if that was even possible, but he didn't

accept defeat well at all. Maybe this wasn't about business,

but it had become just as damned important to him.

It's more important.

Even as the thought slipped into his mind uncon-

sciously, he admitted it was true. For the first time in his

life, someone other than his family took precedence over

his portfolio.

"What's your driver's name?"

Evan straightened the cuffs off his tuxedo—which

didn't really need fixing—as Randi's voice jolted him from

his armpit thoughts. He was seated next to her in the

backs of the rolls, on their way to the ball.

She was dressed in a beautiful red cocktail dress that

showed off every one of her curves and revealed way too

much of her flawless skin, as far as he was concerned. He

could have done without the low-cut back and the plunging

neckline. It wasn't that he didn't want to see her in the dress

she was wearing; he'd just prefer that nobody else did.

Mine!

It had to take everything he had not to lock her inside