“You haven’t answered the question, Vanessa.”
“No, I haven’t.” There was no reason to be nervous around him, yet all my senses were heightened. I was completely thrown by what to say. Whatever words I used could give him the wrong impression.
Then what was the right impression? I had no idea.
“You should know I’m not a patient man.”
“Why don’t we stick to business, Christian? I think you and I both know whatever this is won’t go anywhere and could possibly get in the way of your needs.”
When he checked his expensive watch in front of me, I was pulled into another heightened moment of irritation.
“Am I boring you?” My tone was more demanding.
“Even on your worst days, which I doubt you have, you could never be boring, Wildcat. I was checking the time for a single reason.”
“And what is that?”
“As of this moment, I’m not married. Fake or not and no matter what tabloids you’ve scoured over to find additional reasons to hate me, once I am I won’t be seen with or touch another woman.”
There was utter conviction in his voice, a strange determination that also surprised me. The vibe oozing from him was confidently dominant, but he was tossing the ball in my court. To a point.
“I’m glad to hear that.”
“Would you prefer to hear how I might allow you to change your jaded mind regarding men?”
“I don’t think you have a remote possibility of doing that, Christian. You’re many things, but I’m not certain you’re capable of providing what I need.”
The tiny voice inside my head was reminding me that poking a bear never had a decent outcome, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself from pushing his buttons. Letting go was one thing, but letting go with the biggest jerk on the East Coast could ultimately have damning implications.
“Come now. You’ve already told me you enjoy a challenge.” He kept his fierce eyes locked onto mine as the trembling turned into something more dangerous.
Utter blatant desire.
The heated throb in my pussy increased along with the flutter of butterflies in my stomach.
“Am I wrong?” he pushed.
This was crazy. This was certifiable. This could create a huge problem in the future.
All the screaming in my head telling me to ignore my intense hunger was dulled by the ache that refused to go away.
“No,” I admitted with more confidence than I would have believed earlier. “You’re not wrong.”
“Do you trust me?”
The question was far too open ended, forcing me to think about it. As strange as it seemed, I did. “Yes.”
“Mmm… Very good.”
He toyed with his drink, creating another wave of excitement as well as more than a hint of self-doubt. I should push him away, but that wasn’t what I wanted.
I wanted him close.
I craved his touch.
His rough kisses.
That should label me a lunatic, completely certifiable.
