“No,” she says, feigning resignation. She presses her thighs together. She’s fooling absolutely no one.
“So, you’re saying you wouldn’t care if I were to find myself a beautiful woman, put her over my knee, and spank her senseless until she’s a wet, writhing mess before fucking her with my fingers?”
She’s staring at me, lips parted and eyes swimming with arousal. Her pupils dilate and her breath catches at my brashness. “No.”
I lean in. “I don’t believe you.”
She scoffs. “You’re so full of yourself. I don’t even find you attractive. And even if I did, I would never sleep with you. I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction.”
“Satisfaction?” I chuckle darkly. “Oh, sweetheart. You’ve got it all wrong.”
I lean in closer, our noses almost touching. Her breath is soft against my lips, and I can feel the heat of her skin. “The satisfaction would be all yours.”
She swallows hard and I watch the movement in her delicate throat.
I drain my glass before placing it down on the bar. I give her a small nod before turning on my heel. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.”
I don’t wait for her to respond before I leave.
Tonight was meant to be an escape. Instead, I’ve thrown gasoline on an already stoked fire.
I may have pushed things too far with Gemma, but I saw the hunger in her eyes, caught the way her breath hitched when I moved closer. She was aroused. And seeing her in that environment has awakened something primal in me.
She’s managed to make me forget every reason why I shouldn’t want her. Why I went to Ruby Lounge in the first place.
I’m not used to wanting something I can’t have. It’s entitled, I know, but it’s the truth.
I’ve crossed a line with Gemma that can’t be uncrossed. There was nothing professional about that exchange.
Have I made things more complicated at work? Absolutely. There are two obvious reasons why I need to move on from this little fixation I have. One, my sister. And second, I need to ensure my focus is on the hotel launch. Two perfectly rational reasons to walk away.
I pride myself on being a rational man, but right now, logic has never felt more irrelevant.
Chapter Thirteen
Gemma
Well, that turned out to be a complete disaster.
Tim arrived, and while he was perfectly pleasant, I couldn’t go through with it. I took one look at his underwhelming cock, zipped him back up, and called it a day.
His profile claimed he was a “size king,” but that was clearly false advertising. I felt robbed. If I was going to forget my problems for an evening, it’d take a lot more than a mediocre cock and a nice personality to get the job done.
I need a proper seeing to. A penis that’s going to pierce through my uterus and tickle my brain. I’m a woman with needs, and tonight they weren’t met, no thanks to Max.
Now I’m just hornyandfrustrated.
All that effort—shaving, applying lotion, fluffing about with my hair and makeup—wasted.
Then again, how was poor Tim supposed to compete with the likes of Max Fucking Browne?
After seeing him tonight, of course I wasn’t going to be able to focus on another man.
Knowing Max is a member of Ruby Lounge sends a thrill through me. The thought of him shedding his stiff, corporate exterior to seek the same kind of pleasures that I do…
No.
I need to feel nothing but irritation toward Max. Not this dangerous excitement that makes me wonder what else we have in common.
