Free The Engagement Game (Engaged to a Billionaire) by A. Gardner Page B

hair and press my lips against his.   Our bodies move together and his hand instantly teases the buttons on my coat.   My desires take over and suddenly I'm yearning for him to remove the layers preventing our skin from touching.   My abs tighten preparing for their debut.   All Rex had to do was remove the coat.
    Rex pulls away, grabbing my hand and pulling me further into the apartment.   I crush the voice in my head telling me I was moving too fast.   That this wasn't the way to make him love me.   It was working.   Rex's eyes gleamed at the sight of me.   He couldn't break his gaze.   And the way his firm chest heaved, leaving little doubt that he liked what he saw, was enough.   I seductively play with the collar on my coat, pulling it to the side to reveal the strap of something red.   Rex bites the corner of his lip.
    "Soon darling," he says quietly.   "First, we have some guests to entertain."
    "Guests?"   My entire body freezes.
    "Yeah, just toss your coat in the office."   Rex winks as he points to an empty room across the hall.   As we walk deeper into the flat, I can hear light chatter in the adjacent room.   My legs feel like they're paralyzed.   I can't take another step.
    "Uh-"
    "Sorry love," he says quietly.   "I have some associates of mine over for drinks.   Perhaps that was why I didn't hear your call?"   He waves for me to hurry up.   "I'd love for you to meet them."   He calls to his guests and leaves me mortified.   I can barely speak or even open my mouth.   My eyes dart to the bathroom and I force my legs to take me there so I can think - get out of this awkward situation.
    I tiptoe to the bathroom and lock the door behind me.   As soon as I'm alone, I'm overwhelmed by a sea of hormones.   Don't cry.   Don't cry.   I reach for my cell phone and automatically search for Holly's number.   She'd be the first person I would call in this situation.   Only . . .   I couldn't call her this time.   I sit down and rub my face, careful not to smudge the eyeliner and mascara I'd spent an hour applying.   I wanted it to look flawless.
    Who was I supposed to call?   As Rex would say . . . bollocks.
    My fingers scroll through my contact list.   I have to talk to someone.   I couldn't just sit here and I couldn't just leave.   Maybe this wasn't such a good idea?   Maybe I should have stuck to waiting by the phone - periodically checking Holly's relationship status on facebook.   I dial a number and hold the phone to my ear.
    "Hello?"
    "Thank midol you answered," I blurt out.   I hear Sadie laugh.   "I'm stuck.   I don't know what to do.   Help me, Sadie."
    "Whoa," she responds.   "Major panic attack goin' on.   You need to recon before you go nuclear."   Her weird way of speaking calms my nerves.   A familiar voice.   "Where are you?"
    "I'm at Rex's apartment."
    "Phew.   I thought you were gonna tell me you were hammered on the back of a truck somewhere.   Can't really help you with that one unless your Prada handbag happened to come with mace."
    "Sadie."   She was rambling like usual.   "Pay attention for a second."
    "Geez," she answers.   "Why did you call me again?"
    "Because I'm trapped half naked at a business meeting!"
    "Yikes."   She's quiet for a second.   "If this is some new hobby of yours, there's no shame in it if you're making bank."
    "I'm not a freelance stripper Sadie," I bluntly explain.   "I showed up at a guy's apartment with nothing but lacy underwear and a trench coat on."
    "Oh-"
    "And he invited me in to meet his friends.   His work friends .   What the hell am I supposed to do!"
    "Call him next time," she suggests.
    "Helpful," I sarcastically comment.   "Maybe if I jump in my magic time machine I can undo all this?"
    "See?   Now the wheels are turning."
    "Sadie," I raise my voice.   "What do I do?"   She pauses again, seemingly as puzzled as me.   I'm startled by a knock on the door.   My heart jumps.
    "Kat?"   Rex's voice brought