“Now seems like a good time as any. It feels crowded here.”
Her eyes were locked on mine. There was something different about this woman. It wasn’t just her beauty. She had layers. And I was more than willing to peel each one of them back. A woman wasn’t too often this bold. She was of a different breed, like nothing could shake her.
But I was up for the challenge. With her drink in front of her, she circled the glass with a perfectly manicured, black fingernail.
“You haven’t convinced me of anything, Silas.”
“It’s a little unfair that you know my name, and I know nothing about you other than you like to call the shots.” I leaned in and drew a breath, resisting the urge to groan as the enticing scent of her perfume hit my nose.
“Fair enough,” she said, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a slow, calculated sip. “You get one question.” Her tongue slid out slowly and traced the remnants of her drink from the bottom seam of her mouth. I shifted in my seat and rolled my hand into a tight fist before the impulse to throw her over my shoulder and take her upstairs became too strong.
“What’s your name?”
She chuckled and raised her brow. “Pass.”
It was my turn to laugh. “Pass? When was that part of the game?”
“When was it not?”
Rubbing a rough hand against my beard, I shook my head. “Okay. Well, you’re American. What brings you to this corner of the world?”
“Business trip.”
Business?
She didn’t strike me as the business type. She had the air of someone who was very well taken care of. After all, I’d seen her in Greece on the arm of a man with more grey in his hair than brown—one who looked to be the type who bought off a revolving door of women to parade around and sleep with. The thought of her in bed with him unnerved me for some reason.
“Why’d you feel the need to help me?” she asked, eyeing the men from earlier.
“Easy. He was being a dick. Trying to intimidate you because he’s too emotionally stunted to handle rejection.”
Her eyes dropped to my lips, and she nodded, seemingly satisfied with my answer. But I needed more. Why was she in a place like this alone, looking the way she does?
“Apart from revealing himself as an asshole, he’s not too bad looking. So, what made you immediately dismiss his advances?”
“Would you like me to reconsider?” She flipped her long hair over her shoulder, throwing another glance across the bar. “Maybe you’re right. He isn’t half bad after all.”
She was fucking with me. I knew that, and it still stung in all the ways that made me want to jump across the table and claim her as mine.
“What I meant to ask was, what qualities do you look for in a man?”
“The only one that matters. How skilled he is at eating pussy.”
A whoosh of air left my lungs, and my mouth was suddenly dry, craving a taste of this beautiful stranger.
“What if—”
“I believe you used up your questions, Silas. My turn.”
“Oh, you get another one?”
“I always get what I want.”
We stared each other down in silence, her double entendre hanging thick in the air. She leaned forward again. The way her breasts pushed against that bloody red dress had me grabbing my cock beneath the table.
“Fair enough,” I said, throwing her words back at her.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and grinned. “Tell me, Silas, what bringsyouhere?”
