“Hi, Jason. This place is beautiful. Is that real fire in the firepit? How do you provide such a feature in a place designed to get people drunk? There must be a special type of insur— “
Jason cups my cheek and gently slides his thumb across my lower lip. Stunned, I stare into his eyes, watching the brown mingle with the green. Jason’s other hand grips my hip as he pulls me flush against his hard body. The rest of the bar ceases to exist as I remain stuck in Jason’s control. His gaze floats down to my lips then back to my eyes before he speaks.
“Much better, Bree.” He makes my name sound like sexual promises. “There is a time to think and a time for instinct. What time is it now?”
“Instinct?”
“Very good. You know, the way you look in this dress has me wondering if you’re wearing anything underneath.”
I open my mouth to speak, but his finger caresses my lips.
“It was a rhetorical question, neighbor. Allow me to use my imagination.”
Jason laces his fingers in mine and leads me away.Damn. I’m wet and all he did was greet me. We’re off to a promising start.
4
Jason
This just might be far more fun than I thought. I push open my office door to sequester Bree and me into our own world. I pull out the leather chair for her to sit then move around my desk to sit in my chair. I study her—loving the way she chose to be her natural self in a party setting—until she squirms under my perusal.
“We need to set some ground rules first,” I begin, but not surprisingly, I am interrupted by Bree.
“I’m one step ahead of you…” She pulls a sheet of paper out of her purse. “Here are my thoughts so far.” Her eyes scan the sheet. I hide a smile. Her efficiency amuses me. “I think three tries should suffice.”
“Three?” I repeat.
“Yes. If you are as effective as it sounds, then three should be plenty,” she responds without taking her eyes off the paper. “I have clauses. If you are not successful, you get two tickets to three games of my choice for trying, as promised.”
“And, when Iamsuccessful?” I prompt because I may not have a perfect score, but I’m damn good at what I do. Plus, her request means she’s unwittingly issued a challenge.
“Then, I’d take you to the game of your choice, and I’ll allow ten sex freebies.”
I love how she offers me sex like it’s a normal business deal and we’re talking about something other than access to her pussy. I don’t know why it makes me hard, but it does. Either way, I don’t do repeats in that excess and I’m unsure how that would be a reward for me.
“IfI’mthe one doing the impossible, how are the freebies an award forme?”
“I’m simply saying anyone who has the ability to pull off what I now consider to be impossible is entitled to show up to my house at any given moment and have sex with me without question.”
Bree is being matter-of-fact, but the way she presented it has me adjusting myself as I conjure up all the possible scenarios.
“Anytime?”
She blinks at me like I didn’t understand her before.
“Yes, as long as I’m home. I’d even send you the schedule of my monthly cycles, so you’d know the best times to visit…”
I watch her distractedly swipe through her phone, presumably looking for said schedule. My desire to laugh has nothing to do with the offer and everything to do with her delivery. She makes sex sound more like an arrangement of a task and less like something that brings her pleasure. It’s time to change that.
“You can’t get attached. I don’t do relationships,” I warn her.
Bree produces another paper and pushes it across my desk.
“I won’t,” she promises. “You can have this copy. It’s all negative. I did it last month, but it’s up to date since I haven’t had sex in like two years.”
The shock of her statement has me dropping the paper and snapping my gaze back in her direction. Her blush is the first sign of modesty she’s displayed since her arrival, and I hate that I find it damn adorable. Bree adverts her eyes, fixing the hem of her dress unnecessarily.
“I just kind of gave up. You know?”
