Taming The Wild CEO novel Chapter 100

C H A P T E R 2 9 : T H E T H I N G A B O U T F R U S T R A T I O N A N D D E S I R E

E L L A S T A N F O R D

She whipped her gaze toward a scowling Javier and watched in frustration as he came to her side in a matter of seconds. “I was looking for my crutches, but I could not find it.”

An angry frown slashed his brow. “I told you to wait for me.”

“I am not helpless, Javier, and I do not want to be treated like I am a baby. I think I can manage to walk to the bed, if you will lend me your arm for support.”

“No way. I am carrying you.”

“But—”

“No buts,” he said firmly. Releasing a breath, he closed his eyes a second, and when he opened them again, his expression had softened. “Listen, I know you can do it on your own. But this is your first day out of the hospital and your body needs to adjust. You were in comatose two weeks ago, Miss Stanford. So please, no more arguments.”

She wanted to argue, would have, but the plea in his eyes made it impossible. “Fine. I will let you this time. But tomorrow, I do it on my own.”

“Sure.”

And before she had a chance to reconsider the wisdom of her decision, he lifted her up into his arms. A person would have thought she weighed practically nothing as he began to walk into her bedroom with her. During the short trip, she wondered whether she loved him or not. She was definitely attracted to him, even desired him but did she really love him? She stared at his face, felt that kick to her pulse again. Could she have forgotten him the way she had if she did love him? She decided that she did not know the answer to that, at least not now. However what she did know was that despite the sexual pull between them, not him. And despite what he might think after that passionate kiss that they had shared, she was not ready to share her bed with him.

“There you go,” he said as he eased her down to the bed. He walked over to the window and pulled the curtain open to reveal a night sky twinkling with stars now that the storm was over. Returning to her, he lifted her healthy foot and started to remove the flat shoe.

Ella yanked her foot up toward her chest, wrapped her arms around it. “I-I think I can manage.”

He hesitated a moment, then stood. “I will get your pajamas for you.”

Feeling panic, she quickly called him out again. “Wait, Javier, hold on.”

He stopped in front of the cupboard and looked back at her. “Yeah?”

Feeling nervous, Ella plucked at the fabric of her bedcover. “Um, I know you mean well,” she began, “but I just do not want you to get the wrong idea. Especially since we had that kiss—” Her gaze was glued on the floor.

Javier retraced his path to her side. “Miss Stanford, look at me.”

When she did not, he tipped her chin up. There was desire gleaming in his deep blue eyes. And for a moment nerves gave way to excitement as an answering need licked through her.

“I do want you. Make no mistake about that. And I like nothing better than to carry you over to this bed and make passionate love with you all night.”

Ella’s heart jumped at his words. Another shiver of excitement shot through her blood, along with a jolt of fear. “Look, Javier, I—”