I'm here for a specific reason.
Yes, I admit it, I’ve been here a few times. You just need to know the right connections.
“Ambitious. I like ambitious men,” I say, wrapping a lock of hair around my finger. I stare at him with hunger in my eyes; those abs are so defined I could file my nails on them.
And, yes, I have a rule about dating: I’ve never been with a man without defined abs. They are my weakness.
But these? I've never seen abs like these.
I look at the rest too—chest, collarbones, neck—and stop at the chain. I tug it gently with my index finger, looking up at him. He is warm, smells of expensive soap and trouble. My tongue brushes my lower lip before I can stop it.
Yes, I'm drunk. Yes, I know exactly what I’m doing.
“I’m more of an Olympus girl, though.”
“Olympus?”
“Mmm. Fewer rules, more fun.”
I hear him swallow. Under the red lights, his gaze takes the full tour: wings, lace, skin, mouth.
“You’d make Venus jealous,” he murmurs.
“How sweet,” I smile. “But I’m actually Cupid.”
I show him the red bow at my hip. I pull out the arrow, pointing it at his chest. One step closer, and I’m in his space. The golden tip grazes his marble-solid chest.
“Bang,” I whisper. My knuckles touch him. The heartbeat underneath is a sharp thud.
His eyes darken.Oh yeah, I think he’s definitely interested!
I provoke him a little and enjoy every second. He’s sofucking hot…
I’m about to… but nothing. He stops me.
I lift my chin, and try to be as steady as possible. “Are you stopping me?”
I’m not insecure by nature… but after what that idiot Joe did…
No, I won’t get carried away by this.
“Not here,” he answers quickly. And, okay, I admit it, my heart returns to a normal rhythm.
My lips curve before I even realize it. “Not here,” I repeat, assessing. “Where?”
“Come with me,” he whispers in my ear.
I follow him and I really hope he knows one of those spots where no one will bother us.
The private lounge opens onto a darker hallway: black walls, dim sconces, music pulsing from behind.
I walk ahead of him for three steps—yes, it’s cruel.
But I love playing cat and mouse.
My wings brush his hand. The lace disappears where it shouldn’t. I don’t look back, but I feel him watching.
I can’t believe Lina chose to miss a party like this.
