Yes, I’m going to seduce him. I’m determined.
I don’t even know how to begin, but exhilaration pumps through my veins at the thought.
I shoot him my best attempt at a sultry smile. “If you don’t want me to back out, you’d better prepare yourself.”
The smile that spreads over his face is full of amusement, and unbearable heat creeps up my neck and face. Oh God, am I really going to do this?
Yes. Yes, I will. I’ll get revenge on Tristan even if I have to sell my soul to the devil to do it.
He tilts his head. “What are you going to do?”
My mouth goes dry. I have no idea what I’m going to do. I barely know how to seduce anyone, let alone a man-whore like Tristan.
I swallow hard and step closer to him, my heart pounding. “Whatever it takes.”
He laughs. “And what might that be?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug, swallowing to ease the tightness in my throat. “Something that will make you take the fastest route to the bathroom so you can jack off thinking about me.”
His eyes widen, and my skin grows as hot as a broiling oven. I can’t believe I just said that. I resist the urge to fidget under his gaze, keeping my chin high even as panic and mortification roar through me.
Obviously, he would never think about me of all people while…masturbating, but it was an odd coincidence. He rushed away right after I touched him, and then I caught him masturbating.
Why was he masturbating? Is he so horny all the time that he couldn’t wait?
After staring at me for a long moment, he takes a step in my direction, and I force myself to hold my ground. He stops mere inches from me, so close I can feel the heat radiating from his body. My heart pounds so hard he might be able to hear it.
“Is that what you think?” His voice is rough, husky. “That I was thinking about you.”
My stomach roils. I tilt my chin up to meet his gaze, praying I look more confident than I feel. “Yes.”
He reaches out, catching a strand of my hair between his fingers, and I fight the shiver vibrating at the back of my neck, ready to make its way down my spine. His knuckles brush against the side of my neck as he tucks the hair behind my ear. “Pretty confident, Amelia Harrington.”
I swallow hard. “It’s the most logical assumption.”
The corner of his mouth twitches. “Is it? You think I want you so bad that I had to rush to the bathroom and beat my cock thinking about you?”
Fuck, it’s so hot when he talks that way. My skin heats, but I’m able to hold his gaze. “Why did you do it?”
He shrugs one shoulder. “I was wound up. It eases the tension.”
“Why didn’t you go to your bedroom?”
His lips quirk. “Too far. It’s all the way upstairs.”
When I grimace, his smile grows. “But who knows?” he says. “Maybe I was thinking of you. Maybe I think about you all the time when I beat my cock.”
My lips curl into a sneer. He’s such a dick when he mocks me. “Of course you do,” I say.
His eyes narrow on my face. “Then I challenge you to make me horny enough to do it again. Give me your best.”
Mocking me again by daring me to kiss him. Fuck him.
I’ve gone too far to back down now, even if the thought of taking this further with Tristan makes me want to flee.
But I can’t show that kind of weakness. Not now.
“Tomorrow,” he says, puncturing my anxious daze.
