“You are?” I ask truly surprised. “How many did you have?” I didn’t really think she drank that much. And how was I supposed to know she was drunk? When I was done with Rox, we walked straight to the car, and I drove us straight here.
“Three.” She answers my question, and I frown as I notice the little slur in her voice. She hasn’t spoken, so I hadn’t really noticed it until now.
“You shouldn’t be drunk after three drinks,” I say with a frown.
“I never drink,” she shouts, making my frown deepen. “But you had me scared to death, so I started drinking.”
“I would never put you in a situation where you could get hurt,” I say truthfully.
She rolls her eyes, and it causes her to sway on her feet. “What if they wanted to fight you? You were very hateful.”
Hateful?How cute. I smile at her concern for me. “I would have won.”
“Conceited much?” She reaches out and swats my chest.
“No.” I chuckle. “I’m just confident.”
She huffs and then rambles on. “And then that bitch walked in …”
“Bitch?” I ask interrupting her.
“Yeah, the one who kept eye fucking you. God, I thought she was gonna offer to suck your cock right then and there.” She rolls her eyes again, and it throws her off balance. She places her hand on the wall to stabilize herself. “And don’t think I didn’t notice you look at her the same way. Have you fucked her before?”
I smile as I place my hands on her hips. I push her backward until her back is against the wall. “I like this look on you,” I whisper.
“Drunk?” The single word is slurred, and it makes her sound so cute.
I shake my head. “Jealous.”
She slaps me in the chest. “Stop, Case. I’m not joking.”
“I know you’re not.” I push myself into her and she lets out a long breath when she feels my hardening cock press into her stomach. Her short dress and fuck-me heels have kept me in a constant state of arousal. I want to rip it off her now.
“Would you have let her?” she demands.
I arch an eyebrow. “Let her what?” I ask slowly.
She huffs, and being this close to her allows me to smell the vodka on her lips. “You know … would you have let her suck you off in front of everyone?”
I want to smile. To tell her that if I wanted to sleep with that woman, which I don’t, then I would have. If Rox thought I had the slightest desire for his wife, he would offer her to me. He believes in pleasing his clients. No matter what it costs him. I’m not saying his wife doesn’t want me, but I sure as hell don’t want her. That doesn’t mean I don’t play the part. I could tell her all that, but instead, I reach up and place my right hand in her hair. She tries to pull away from me, but I tighten my hand and she lets out a whimper as her legs give out a little. “You’re the only one who is going to be sucking me off tonight,” I say placing my lips up to hers.
“Case …”
“What, baby?” I run my free hand up her soft and creamy thigh, pushing her dress up along the way.
Her blue eyes look up at me, and now that I get a good look at them, I can see they are glazed over. She’s drunker than she thinks she is. “I want you.” Her hands go to my belt, and she fumbles to undo it.
I just let out a chuckle. Letting go of her hair, I reach down and pick her up with an arm around her back and the other under her knees. I walk her to her bedroom and lay her down on her bed. She reaches up her hands and grabs my shirt, pulling me down on top of her. “Tell me again how jealous you were,” I say as I kiss up her neck.
“So jealous,” she breathes, arching her back. “And terrified …”
I pull away from her and look down into blue eyes. “Why were you terrified?” I ask, pushing the hair away from her face.
“Because I thought that you were going to make me do something I didn’t want to do,” she says breathing heavy.
My brows pull together. “Like what?”
“Drugs,” she whispers as she looks away from me. “I saw them, and I panicked. I didn’t know if you were going to make me do them or not.”
