Married to a Millionaire

Chapter 44

"Are you sure you won't regret this?"

Lying on the bed, Lisa leaned over Jennie, propping himself up with his hands on either side of her. He looked into her flushed face and asked one last time to confirm.

Jennie opened her eyes briefly, meeting Lisa's broad shoulders, before quickly shutting them again. Then, almost imperceptibly, she shook her head.

She liked him, trusted him. If this was what he wanted, she was willing.

The little girl was so obedient, so pure. Lisa's throat tightened as he suppressed his urges. He didn't continue right away. Instead he rolled onto his side next to her, pulling up the covers over them both as he held her. "Are you nervous?" he asked.

Jennie was nervous. He held her so tightly she could feel the strength in his body pressing against her. Her forehead tucked against his chest, she could clearly feel his powerful heartbeat. Jennie didn't know where to put her hands. Her whole body was stiff and tense, her heart racing so fast it felt like it would leap from her chest at any moment.

His gaze was too obvious. In a small voice, Jennie whispered, "Turn off the lights..."

"Alright," Lisa responded. He released her temporarily and rolled over to hit the light switch, supporting himself with one hand while reaching out with the other.

Jennie opened her eyes a sliver, watching the lines of his shoulders and back flex elegantly as he stretched. His trim waist tapered in an inverted triangle, incredibly attractive, before flaring out again at the hips. It was a body that rivaled a supermodel's. Her mouth went dry.

With a click the room was submerged in darkness.

Jennie heard Lisa shifting back towards her. She couldn't help shrinking away slightly, but he was faster. Throwing back the covers he was at her side again, weight balanced on his elbows but hips and torso still lightly touching her.

Jennie didn't dare breathe. Each inhale would brush against his chest. Her roommate had always envied her figure, but Jennie didn't know what was so envy-worthy about it. The slightest movement brought them into contact, awkward and dangerous.

"I wanted to wait until after you graduated..." Lisa's forehead touched hers, voice husky. "But holding back has been too difficult." His right hand gently caressed her smooth cheek. "Jennie, what do you see when you look at me?" His low voice was mesmerizing.

What did she see when she looked at him?

Jennie struggled to think through the hormonal haze threatening to overwhelm her senses. She remembered their first meeting, how caring he had been after that initial misunderstanding...

"When I first saw you back home, wearing sunglasses, I thought you seemed arrogant. I even suspected you were a scammer..."

Lisa chuckled softly. "And I assumed you were an unreasonable country bumpkin, though your face attracted me."

Jennie blinked, long lashes inadvertently brushing his skin.

Lisa pressed a kiss to her eyelids. "At first I was drawn to your looks, which made the trip to find you less unpleasant. But then I realized what a stubborn yet unpretentious girl you were, defiant but kind, unwilling to watch the old man cry. I noticed how silly and shy you were, and I liked you more and more. That first hotpot dinner, seeing how happily you ate, I thought - this girl suits my tastes. I decided then that I would have you, this life. Do you think that was fate? Just two days together and I was set on you."

He had said a lot, but Jennie didn't know how to respond. She just felt warm and comforted all the way through, sweetly content. Was this what sweet nothings were?