Terms and Conditions (Dreamland Billionaires, #2)

by Lauren Asher

The smell of his cologne permeates my lungs, embedding itself into my memory. A strange temptation to lean in and take another sniff consumes me.

My eyes drop to her mouth as I soak in her smile.

“Not having to think about anything but which way I wanted to fuck you next.”

“I’m enjoying the view.” She glances out the window. “Says the man who hasn’t even looked outside once.” “That’s not the view I’m talking about.”

3 Noun, Yaghan: A look shared between two people, each wishing that the other would initiate something that they both desire but which neither wants to begin.

“I might be cold, rude, and distant, but I’m not blind. My whole job is about evaluating assets and it turns out that you’re my biggest one.”

“There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep you by my side.”

“A scrap of paper doesn’t define what we are. Feelings do, and mine are a hundred percent genuine.”

Her smile rivals the sun.

“You’ve lost your goddamn mind.” “Then I hope I never find it again.”

Embrace your fears and grow from them or spend the rest of your life fighting them at every turn.”

Ya'aburnee1. As in you bury me. A rough translation for the way I want to leave this world before you because I can’t imagine having to go through a single day without you in it.

“I’ll give you anything you want—anything at all—so long as you give me a chance to make you as happy as you make me. A dog. A family. A home. I want it all. These are my terms and conditions, take it or leave it because I’m not open to negotiations.”