I stride to the bar and stand next to her, my heart thudding in my ears and my dick tingling. “All right if I sit here?”
“Please do.”
I sit down next to her and put out my hand. “Ulysses.”
Tessa takes my hand. “Samantha.”
I grin.Excellent. “Nice to meet you, Samantha. What brings you to Maui?”
“Work,” she says. “I’m a flight attendant.”
My smile broadens. “How long you here?”
“Just one night.”
I motion to her near-empty glass. “Would you like a refill?”
“Thank you.”
I order our drinks from a tattooed bartender who can’t hide the fact that he’s currently wishing me dead. Ha!Fuck you, asshole. She’s mine.
“So what do you do for a living, Ulysses?” Tessa asks, coiling a lock of her silky dark hair around her finger.
“I own a chain of luxury hotels all over the world. I’m insanely wealthy, actually. I wipe my ass with hundred-dollar bills.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound pleasant. Aren’t hundred-dollar bills kinda rough?”
“Rough feels good when you’ve got an ass as hard as mine.”
“Oh,” she says, raising her eyebrow. She leans forward, giving me a delicious view of her unbelievable cleavage. “Do you have a hard ass or are you a hard-ass, Ulysses?”
“Both.”
“Tell me more.”
“Well, my heart is as hard as my rock-hard ass. I care about nothing and no one but money and fucking.”
“Tsk, tsk. Too fucked up to fall in love?”
“I don’t know what love is. Fucking is my ‘love.’”
“My, my, youarea hard-ass. And what about your hard ass?”
“I like having it gripped when I’m fucking. It gets me off.”
She bites her lip. “How about a little bite on your hard ass? Does that get you off, too?”
I take a long sip of my drink. “Keep talking like that and I’m gonna be telling you about my hard dick.”
Her eyes blaze. “Is your dick hard right now, Ulysses?”
What the fuck has gotten into her? She’s on fire. “It’s well on its way.”
Her nostrils flare. “Well, let me know when it gets there.”
“What will you do when it does?”
“It depends.”
