Pulling my lipstick out of my purse, I pause to reapply. The colour is coined fatal red and I can’t help but think it sets a productive tone for the day.
“A woman is only as terrible as her reputation, Vector.” Smacking my lips together, I give the beast a grin, “And I pride myself on having the worst of them all.”
His eyes narrow but he doesn’t say a word.
Such an improvement in such a short time.
Swinging my door open, I let my heels scrape the gravel of the parking lot. Christopher watches me silently, his eyes roaming the length of my legs from behind his sunglasses.
“Nice ride.”
“Which one?”
My teasing grin paired with Vector’s timely exit has Christopher’s expression shifting. A fleeting glimpse of something feral before his easy demeanor settles back in place.
“A Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat.” He steps forward, running a hand over the smooth surface of my muscle car, “Over 700 horsepower and 650 pounds of torque.”
His tatted knuckles glide over the dark exterior, teasing the red pinstripe gently. I watch him caress the car the same way he played with my pussy the other night.
It’s a fucking sight to see.
“Hard and fast.” His lips tilt upwards, forcing my gaze back on the stubble gracing his cheekbones, “That’s how she likes it.”
“Sounds like you’ve been paying attention.”
“You make it impossible not to.”
His hand is on my car but his gaze is on me.
“It’s a beautiful machine, Calista.”
“I know.”
Christopher tilts his head, studying me silently. I study him right back, admiring the strands of pitch-black hair falling into his soulful eyes.
The portrait of a wolf catches my attention. Creeping past the collar of his jacket, the mural of a hunting party plays out along Christopher’s skin.
The wolf’s snout is pulled into a fearsome snarl, his fangs snapping at the archers surrounding him. You can feel the rage radiating from the animal, the savage look in his eyes akin to the blood leaking from the wounds in his fur coat.
It’s a gruesome piece, but I’m more interested in the faint white lines breaking through the blood staining the wolf’s neck.
“Let’s cut to the chase.”
Christopher clears his throat, interrupting my chain of thought.
“You have something I need. One way or another I’m going to get it from you, so why don’t we skip the hassle and negotiate a trade.”
I tap my lips thoughtfully, “Now you see, I don’t believe I have anything you need.”
“Nice try, darling.”
“Is this about the other night?” Letting out a long sigh, I take a step closer, “I’m flattered, really, but sucking your dick wasn’t life changing for me.”
His lips twitch, “I’m not talking about sexual favours, Miss Drache.”
“Oh, dear. Youarestill upset about the other night.” I lean in until my breath brushes his lips, “It was nothing personal, Devil. Just a little fun at the White Castle.”
“Right. And the diamond?”
