The warning in his voice sends flurries of tingles straight to my clit.
I’m caught off guard.
His gaze drops to my mouth for a beat and the muscle in his jaw flexes.
We lock eyes onto each other for several heart-pounding breaths until I lower my hand. What I read in his gaze disarms me. Desire. Want. Need.
“Good girl.”
Holy alpha daddy.
He picks up a napkin and wipes my lipstick off his lips.
I take a long gulp of my drink to cool down my lady parts.
“I hope you don’t think it’s too forward of me, but it must be said,” he says. “You look stunning in that dress. That color on a gorgeous blonde like you could stop traffic. The bright shade brings out the gold in your pretty green eyes.”
I blush.
My time with Judith was brief. She had selected four outfits, but this sexy combo is the first one I tried and when I stepped out of the dressing room, her wide eyes told the whole story.
“You’re full of compliments,” I say from under my lashes.
“It would be a crime punishable by death if I didn’t acknowledge such beauty.”
Oh, he’s good.
I turn on my seat so I’m facing him. “Under these lights, the blue matches your eyes.”
The ocean-blue sequined pareo skirt that hits below the knee and ties up at the front of the waist combined with the silk sleeveless tank top with a sexy deep V in a matching shade, the designer silver strappy heels, silver clutch, and white gold hoop earrings with diamonds make me feel like I have ten million dollars stashed in my bank account.
“I’m flattered,” he says.
He takes a sip of whatever liquid he has floating in his tumbler.
I enjoy a little more of my drink.
“Let me guess,” he says. “You had a hard week, and now you need to let some steam off.”
“You’re close.” I place my glass on the countertop.
“Why don’t you fill in the blanks.”
I cross my legs, making sure to hold my skirt so I don’t show any skin above the knee.
His gaze drops.
When his eyes lock onto mine again, the temperature in this lounge has risen by one hundred degrees.
“Last weekend, I discovered my boyfriend was cheating on me,” I say. “I kicked him out. On top of that, I had a brutal week, so I decided to treat myself to an expensive drink. On that front, you were right.” I open my arms to encompass the room. “If I’m going to step out, why not do it at an expensive hotel where I’m guaranteed to rub elbows with beautiful people.”
“You don’t sound heartbroken.”
“If I’m honest with myself, Beckham, catching him cheating on me was a relief. The relationship wasn’t going anywhere. We had been living like roommates for far too long.”
“How did you catch him cheating on you?”
“He sent me a text that was clearly meant for someone else—his lover.” I shrug. “Good riddance.”
