Free Billionaire Romance: Flame by Stephanie Graham Page A

knew when to tread lightly. Belle, on the other hand, was feeling cranky but only because of what she’d recently found out.
    “Is something the matter?”
    “I’m sorry.” She pulled her legs back into the car.
    “I hate it when you apologize for nothing.” Belle bit her lip to stop herself apologizing again. “Tell me. If anything’s wrong, I can correct it.” Sincerity was etched in his topaz eyes.
    “Your father.”
    “Oh!” That was a sensitive topic.
    “He’s put out an arrest warrant for me. My mother sent me the alert. It’s all over the media… If I go back to London, I’m going straight to jail. For kidnapping. You.”
    Belle didn’t expect him to burst into laughter. Dennis was so amused that tears poured from his eyes and his barely perceivable dimples marked his cheeks. She loved his hearty laugh but not when it was at her expense. Seeing the scowl on her face forced Dennis into composure. Grinning from ear to ear, he grabbed Belle’s hands into his firm warm grip.
    “As long as you’re with me, I will be with you. And nothing and no one will come between us. Not even my father.”
    “Hujar Kroesh, the mogul who terrorizes any soul he crosses paths with?”
    “My father may be a bulldog but he has his soft side.” Belle rolled her eyes at that. “So, no, he won’t come between us.”
    “You will stand up for me if he does?”
    Dennis reached out his hand to her shoulder. She was wearing a sweater even if the weather was fair. He gently helped her take it off. Beneath it she wore a stringed cotton dress that showed her generous cleavage to great advantage. Belle had never worked out a day in her life but she was blessed with small waist, bulky bosoms when set free from their bra – which she wasn’t wearing and fit thighs.
    Lifting her dress, she shifted from her seat and onto Dennis’s lap. He received her by rubbing her waist with his hand and rolling up the window with another.  Belle was feeling her happiness peak again. She let Dennis kiss her neck and collarbone while she ran a hand through his hair. She was starting to feel heated. She had always wanted Dennis so bad but now she had him. She lifted her dress so as to take off her thong.
    Dennis grinned as he took off his belt when, out of nowhere, there was an abrupt knock at the window. Belle jumped in panic and in so doing hit her head on top of the car. When she tried to retain balance, her elbow smacked Dennis right on the nose so that by the time he rolled down the window, he had a little blood dripping from his nose. 
    The policeman who had knocked at the window scrutinized their faces. Dennis had blood on his nose, a belt in his hands and a mean look that came with being disturbed, while Belle appeared a trifle vulnerable as she desperately tugged at her dress in effort to appear decent. They looked suspicious.
    “I’m police officer Roger Gregory. I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the car.”
    “Why?” Dennis was tense. He’d wet his pants a little and didn’t want some police officer fining him for arousal.
    “Your car is parked by the road. I’m obliged to investigate. Please comply,” Roger said.
    Belle was out of the vehicle in a heartbeat. She didn’t want to get on the wrong side of the law, or ruin the road trip. More, she was terrified of getting caught. Dennis only exited the vehicle because she had. When he stepped out of the Maserati, his eight foot height gave off a haughty demeanor, while Belle looked like a fragile child with her large blue eyes. The police officer didn’t like what he saw.
    “Are you alright ma’am?” he asked Belle.
    “Yes. Yes. I’m fine.”
    “The law is here to protect and serve you. You don’t have to be afraid--” the policeman was saying.
    Dennis was flustered. “What’s this?”
    Roger ignored Dennis and kept his gaze on Belle. “Is this man hurting you?”
    “Excuse me?” Dennis was offended.
    “No…” Belle said.
    “His nose is bleeding.