Page 44 of The Forbidden Billionaire
“Is that all you’ve got?” He taunts me. “Girls are so weak and wussy.”
Anger flares inside me. Dom loved proving how he was so much stronger than me, and it always irritated the hell out of me.
I brace, step forward, and this time I use my whole body to yank my arm toward me. It breaks his grip, and I step back, surprised.
“Good,” he says. “Again.”
He makes me go through it half a dozen times. Now that I understand how I need to use my weight, not my arm muscles, I break his grip nearly every time.
“Excellent.” He nods with satisfaction. “So, what do you do after that?”
I mime knocking out his legs, throwing him to the floor, and pointing a gun at him with both hands. “If you move, motherfucker,” I yell, “I’ll blow you to kingdom come.”
He rolls his eyes. “This isn’tPulp Fiction. Plus, keep your voice down. People are looking.”
I blow a raspberry, sliding the imaginary gun into a fictional holster. “I want you to show me how to take him down.”
“That’s not going to happen. You’re going to advance in the opposite direction.”
“Run, you mean?”
“Absolutely, I mean run. I’m not teaching you to fight, Aurelia. I’m teaching you how to get away from danger. Next step, shove and run.” He braces his feet and beckons at me. “Come on, try to shove me and move me.”
“Seriously?”
“Go for it.”
I brace my feet too, then move forward. He puts his hands on my shoulders.
“Push me,” he instructs.
I push his chest. He doesn’t even budge. I huff, trying not to think about how his abs are hard as rock. “For fuck’s sake. You’re like a monolith.”
“You have to commit,” he insists.
“I am committed.”
“You pushed me like an apologetic librarian.”
I grumble beneath my breath and try again.
He rolls his eyes. “I feel like I’ve been brushed with a feather.”
“Jesus, how much do you weigh?”
“Rude.”
“I’m serious. God, how do you ever have sex?”
He looks startled. “What?”
“You must completely squash the girl.”
“I brace.” He beckons at me. “Try again.”
“I suppose it’s easier from behind.”
“Stop trying to distract me. It’s not going to work. Come on, try again.”
