Her voice returns to me completely firm and emotionless. She wants me to listen, but I just want to fight. “Peter. No.”
“Fine. Then I’ll buy you dinner and you can sleep in a king-sized bed with room service for breakfast.”
“I have a king-sized bed, Peter.”
“Yours doesn’t have a man in it.”
Aricia rolls her eyes and her nostrils flare out. I like the way her flat nose and rounded nostrils flare out whenever she gets angry. It makes Aricia look dangerously cute, which isn’t a feature I would normally attribute to a serious lawyer in her forties. She would probably hate the fact that her angry ass staring and continuous rejection does nothing to deter me from going after her.
The longer I keep her talking, the easier it will be to just get her to the hotel and convince her to go upstairs with me. I’ll say whatever I have to so that Aricia stays in my bed tonight. She clearly doesn’t know what it’s like to be around a man who would do absolutely anything, even commit a crime, just to sleep with her.
“I don’t need a man in my bed,” she says, pulling her strong independent woman crap with me. “I had a husband, and I think one man was more than enough for me.”
“I’m not trying to be your husband,” I say to hear, leaning over and touching Aricia’s thigh with my right hand. “I’m trying to disturb the neighbors and get you room service for breakfast.”
She hits my hand and when I don’t move, she hits me again until my hand jerks away from her thighs. It doesn’t matter. Touching her gently was more than enough for me to keep my lust completely ignited.
“I don’t have time for a room service breakfast because I get to the office at 6 a.m.” Aricia says as her back stiffens. We’re only a couple blocks away from the hotel. There’s nobody in the presidential suite tonight.
“I’ll bring you breakfast at your office, then.”
Aricia glares at me and dramatically drags at the door handle again, as if I would let her jump out of my car into moving traffic anyways. “I have an assistant for that.”
“Fire her.”
“Peter!”
“We’re almost there.”
Aricia folds her arms and groans with dissatisfaction. Her work stress is clearly getting to her. The poor woman needs some dick and a massage.
“I should tell the front desk you’re trafficking me,” she says.
When I get my tongue between her pussy lips, she will completely change her views on the situation.
“That wouldn’t be smart,” I caution Aricia. We’re there. I pull into my parking spot next to Michael’s SUV. He’s staying here with Myra for a couple nights handling some personal business. I doubt we’ll run into each other.
Aricia scoffs. “Why not?”
“My brother owns the hotel.”
“Why are you doing this? And why did you hire my law firm? Everything happening right now is a clear conflict of interest.”
“My cousin is the one on trial here and as I understand, you’re not working the case directly.”
“You could have hired anyone.”
I reach out and touch her cheek, “I wanted you.”
“Peter…”
“Come upstairs with me.”
“Only if youlet me sleep.”
Her voice borders on yelling and I feel a shiver that’s pretty damn close to fear traveling up my spine. I’ll agree to her wishes now, but I’ll have to find a way to turn the situation around.
“Fine. We have an agreement.”
