“I’m sorry. I’m not–” I awkwardly tried to make sense of my own actions.
“What the fuck is this?” Crystal asked.
I stopped in front of the sofa and turned back to find her peeking into the bathroom. She entered it and took her time rounding through the bedroom and back out to the sitting area again.
“It’s a suite,” I answered, when she finally stood before me again.
“Oh.” She sounded so small and out of place.
I didn’t like hearing it and reached for her hip again. Her gaze quickly snapped to mine.
“I don’t hit women, okay?” I don’t know why it mattered to me so much that she knew I wasn’t like my dad and Makaveli.
“Okay.” She shrugged.
“No. I mean it. I don’t know why I grabbed you like that. It’s not how I am…” The longer she stared, the more I spilled, “I could never do that. I watched my mom clean herself up too many times.”
She pressed to her tiptoes and wrapped her hand behind my neck, pulling me down until she could shut me up with a kiss.
“You’re stalling,” she playfully sang.
I squinted, confused by the accusation.
“You said I was to be spoiled, and yet, my bath water is not fetched, Mr. Aviston.”
I couldn’t stop the grunt of laughter that her sass plucked from me. I stepped back, wiped my face and nodded.
“Right.” I cleared my throat.
“You’ve got two months to convince me, Anthony. Assuming I agree to see you again, after we leave here.”
I stared at her, unable to control my smile, or the way my cock saluted her challenge.
It was kind of weird. I didn’t like mouthy women, or arrogant women, but being told I’d already placed a crack in the foundation of her escape plans was all the encouragement I needed.
I already knew, if she gave me one chance, I’d hit it out of the park. That girl wasn’t going anywhere.
I didn’t give a fuck what it cost, or how far I had to go to earn the right to call her mine.
I delicately slid my finger along her jaw and headed toward the bathroom. I turned the water on, and inwardly wished I had candles or something more for her. Unfortunately, with no planning in place, all I had to work with was the soap dispenser on the wall. I pumped it a few times and used a fistful to capture the water and create some bubbles for her.
I carried on like I was fretting over water for the queen, silently second guessing myself as to whether it was too hot.
I flipped my hand back and forth under the stream. Maybe it was too cool? Were there enough bubbles?
Something brushed my shoulder with purpose, and the flash of a bare leg caught my attention as it breezed by. I jerked my head up and caught a quick view of her ass before she whirled and disappeared beneath the bubbles.
She leaned forward, placed a finger beneath my jaw and lifted.
I laughed, and snapped my head back, catching her pointed nail between my teeth. I twirled my tongue and drew it into my mouth before spitting it out and kissing her knuckles.
“Why are you doing this?” she whispered, not taking her bewildered eyes off mine.
“I told you.”
She shifted her head gently and raised her brows, “No, you didn’t.”
“Because,” I spat out, almost impatiently.
