Standing to his full height, he demands, “Give me your phone.”
“Why?”
“Didn’t you want my number?”
Stupid lust-drunk brain. Quickly reaching into my purse, I pass him the device.
“The direct access,” he drawls innocently while typing his number on my phone. Once done, he flicks his eyes to mine. “Does it go both ways?”
“Of course.” Though my gut says today won’t be the last time I chase him.
“You’ll be there to service me at all times?”
The way he raspsservicecauses my clit to throb. “If by at all times, you mean during working hours, then yes.”
“Emergencies don’t happen with notice. What if I need you in the middle of the night?”
“Then I may make an exception.” Snatching my phone, I put it and the list he shared into my purse. “I’ll text you when I’m ready for our meet.”
“I’ll text you the place.”
His smoldering gaze burns my back all the way to the door. I need to summon insane willpower if I’m going to survive another meeting with him.
No amount of setting boundaries will stop his toying with my head and body.
Chapter Fourteen
Arya
“He felt you up?” screeches Anaya in the middle of the café. “Sounds to me he wants to fuck you again.”
I decided to meet her for lunch instead of returning to the office. God knows I need fresh air and a venting session with my best friend to make sense of what occurred with Nathan.
That bold and dirty-talking girl isn’t me.
I don’t grind my ass against a man I vehemently dislike.
The memory flashes in neon headlights, eliciting an embarrassed groan from me.
“More like the other way around,” I tell Anaya while biting my thumbnail.
She raises an eyebrow. “You wanna fuck him again?”
“No!” The pair of old aunties sitting next to our table glare. I lower my voice, and whisper, “It was me who pressed against him first. I don’t know what came over me, Anaya. It’s like he puts a spell on me every time he touches me. Every time I think I've got the last word, he goes and proves me wrong.”
“Bang it out.”
“Why is sex your answer to every problem?”
“Because it works.” Taking a sip of her mocha latte, she says, “There’s obviously lingering tension between you two. It will keep mounting every time you meet. It’s exactly what happened last time.”
“It ended with my running out of there with no panties on.”
“I bet he has kept it. Men like souvenirs.”
“Ew, I hope not,” I huff. “I don’t want to be in the same club as all his other hookups.”
“That’s not what the rumor mill says.”
