The Arrogant Artist : A Billionaire Boss Romance (International Bad Boys Set Book 2)

thought that crosses my depraved mind.
Her face turns to me. Bright green eyes hold me captive with their surprised gaze, her hair the color of spun gold that frames her petite face. Her eyes widen, and she lets out a scream pulling me back to reality.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” My words come out harsh as my body is tense from need—a need that must be sated.
“I... I…” The woman stumbles over her excuse as she tries to hide her near-naked body.
Closing my eyes, I suck in a deep breath, count to three in my mind, and turn on my heel, placing the bottle of tequila onto the table beside her empty bottle of wine and leftover cheeses. Making my way over to the cupboards beside the pool, I pull out one of the white pool towels and throw it at her. It hits her in the face, and immediately I know it’s pissed her off.
“Dry yourself off.” My lip curls as I try to control the urges that are racing through my body. Those green eyes flare with fire, her creamy cheeks are burning red with humiliation as she wraps her body in the fluffy white towel.
“I…” Her words start off on a whisper. “They said no one would be home.” But end more in a snarky tone. She glares at me, angry that I have dared interrupt her alone time in my own fucking house.
“This is my house. I can come and go as I please,” I defend myself. My words are curt, I’m drunk, and my body is humming with tension. I need to move away from her. Now. Before I grab her and fuck her wildly by the edge of the pool. I never knew how much pent-up tension I had until I came home to a near-naked woman in my pool.
“Yes, of course.” She stands up straighter. “I just… Daniel said…” My eyes narrow, hearing her talk about my brother makes my heart beat faster.
Did he touch her?
I bet he was flirtatious with her?
Did he bring her here for him?
Does she want him?
Why do I care?
What the hell is wrong with me?
“Did he tell you it was okay to swim naked in my pool?” I stare at her, my lip curling in a snarl. Those emerald eyes flare with anger once again. Good, it’s better than the puppy-dog eyes I normally get from women.
“He told me to make myself at home.” Her words are short, clipped, and I’m fairly sure she’s furious.
“I guess you did that.” I look her up and down. “Were you waiting for him to return? Were you hoping to seduce him? ‘Cause you’re not one of the first employees to have tried that with him.” Her mouth opens in shock at my statement, but I notice how pink her cheeks have turned. Of course, she thinks Daniel is handsome, most women do.
We are total opposites. He’s all dark features with a bright personality, whereas I have light features and a dark personality. We are complete opposites even though we’re related.
“Of course not.” Those eyes are shooting red-hot daggers at me, and honestly, I’m enjoying seeing her so angry.
“Then was this little setup for me?” Her cheeks redden again. I know what I do to women, the appeal I have on them. “Did he ask you to seduce me?”
“Of course not,” she quickly answers, her eyes wide in shock.
“Did he offer you a nice little bonus to help fuck me back into greatness?”
“What? No!”
“Good, because this little display is pathetic.” My words hit their target. Her shoulders sink for a nanosecond, and I feel like a despicable human being for saying them. An apology is on the tip of my tongue, but it’s been so long since I’ve had to apologize for my behavior that the words stick in my throat.
She takes a couple of steps toward me, her back straight again. “And yet, it was enough to be able to make you rise to the occasion.” Her eyes flick to my jeans, the very hard indent of my dick giving it all away.
My nostrils flare with anger. I look back up at her, and she has a satisfied smirk right across her face.
“Clean yourself up. It’s embarrassing.” My words don’t make a dent in her armor. Instead, she gives me a salute. I guess the polite version of ‘fuck you’ if there ever was one.
Turning on her heels, she grabs her cell off the table, leaving the wine and cheese there. Who does she think is going to clean up this mess? Certainly not me. She saunters away as if she hasn’t a care in the world. Once she’s out of sight, I pull out my cell and call Daniel.
“What the fuck?” I scream down the line before he even gets a chance to answer properly.
“Where the hell are you?”
“I’m at home.”
“You’re not in Paris? Your bags were gone when I arrived at the apartment.”
“No shit. Did you seriously think I was going to let you leave some stranger in my home for the night?” I stomp through the house, and then one by one, I angrily take the stairs to my suite.
“I vetted her. She’s trustworthy,” Daniel argues.
“So trustworthy that I found her naked in my pool.”
He goes silent.
I pull it away from my ear to make sure he’s still there, then he bursts out laughing.
“Fuck you, asshole. This isn’t funny.” But he won’t stop laughing for some reason, so I wait a couple of moments for him to calm the fuck down. “You finished?”
“Yes.” He chuckles a little longer. “So… she was naked, hey?”
I let out a deep sigh. “Her underwear was see-through.” Daniel lets out a tiny groan. “Seriously?” Of course, he thinks she’s hot, any man would.
“Louis, you can’t tell me the girl isn’t beautiful?” His question requires no comment. “Fine!” He chuckles. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Daniel…” My voice deepens with anger.
“No, Louis, you listen to me… Emily graduated with an art