“You eat a lot of pussy?”
“Is this for your interview? Should we delve deeper into whose cunt tasted the best?” My cheeks go red. “No? I didn’t think so.”
I take a sip of wine, and he orders, “Eat” while waving a hand at the food.
“You’re very demanding. Do you tell every woman you take out to dinner to‘eat’?”
“No, just the ones whose stomachs growl at me.”
Fair enough.
I fork up another piece of steak, holding back the moan this time when I place it into my mouth, even though it’s incredible, and I keep my eyes locked on his.
“Do you think when you suck cock, you can keep that same eye contact?”
Okay, what the fuck?
I stop chewing and stare at him wide-eyed.Did he really just say that?Yes, I think he did. And he has no issues about it either. A part of me enjoys the way he talks, even if I know he does it to rile me up. Noah never talked dirty to me.
“Do I need to leave?” I ask.
“Is that what you want to do?”
Ohhh, I get it now.Soren’s trying to provoke me into leaving by saying these things to me, hoping I won’t chase him for the interview any longer. But that’s not going to work. I see his game now, and I’m going to play right into it like I was before I realized what he was doing.
Without saying another word, I continue to eat the steak, and he sits there, staring at me with a smirk tugging at the edges of his mouth as he sips his wine.
We manage to drink the bottle of wine between us, though I’m sure I have an extra glass more than he does, and by the time the food is gone, we sit, staring at each other.
“Tell me about your family.”
“It’s probably best you leave now, don’t you think?” he replies, standing. “Let me take you home.”
“Is that a sore spot?” I ask. “I was going to interview your sister too, to see what else I can find out.” His hand tightens where it’s wrapped around the back of his chair.
“Probably best you don’t.” His response comes out cold as he waits for me to stand.
I get to my feet and push my chair in.
The wine has hit my head, and I smile up at him. “I’ve already reached out to her via email. Do you think she’ll reply?”
He clenches his teeth as he strides quickly toward the exit. My heels click on the tiled floor as I move a little faster to catch up with him. He’s silent as we get into the car, and he remains that way on the drive back to my home.
I don’t bother trying to break the silence. To be honest, I’m done for the day, and all I want is to go to sleep. Possibly play with my vibrator before I pass out.
I don’t bother thanking him for dinner as we stop at the curb in front of my home, even though my mother would chew me out for the blatant disregard of manners. I climb out and slam the door shut behind me. I dig into my purse for my keys, then unlock my front door. Just as I step inside and turn around to see if Soren’s left, I come face-to-face with him. His nostrils flare, his eyes dark and dangerous, glaring straight at me. He’s close, too close, and his gray eyes hint at some internal battlehe’s fighting. He steps even closer, and I’m frozen in place, unsure about what’s happening right now.
He’s clearly trying to intimidate me, but little does he know, I am not intimidated easily, so I straighten my back and glare straight back at him, which makes something in his gaze shift at my defiance.
Somehow, the distance between us is nonexistent, and I can’t help it when my gaze strays to his lips.
It should be a crime for a man to look this good.
Fuck.
The air is so thick between us that I completely understand the saying,“You could cut the tension with a knife.”
When I manage to look away from his lips, I see that he’s staring at mine. I should back away and put some much-needed distance between us, but I’m glued to the spot and can’t move. We’re both breathing heavily, and just when I think I’ve gathered enough courage to step away finally, he leans down.
