Nobody. Not me, that’s for fucking sure.
“I will not become like Cassius,” I growled. “You can be fucking sure of that.”
“You could forget your focus,” Delilah said, but she still seemed torn, like she was having the debate with herself as much as with me. “Your job. Your threats.”
Ah… fuck!
Delilah fucking Reyes.
If she knew how fucking horny I was, she would’ve stopped speaking thirty seconds ago. We’d be half-naked on this penthouse rooftop right here, well on our way to explosive release.
Or she did know, and she was still so fucking torn that she couldn’t take it.
Well, fine.
Let the King of Diamonds show what real high heat and pressure was like.
I went in for the kiss.
But it was much too aggressive, much too obvious. Delilah stepped aside, not even letting me get a cheek.
And unfortunately, this time, it seemed to snap her out of her trance of sorts. She shook her head, gulped, and looked at me.Gone was the fire in her eyes; gone was the body language that said she was magnetically drawn to me.
“I think,” she said, her voice shaky, “I need to go.”
Fuck.
Fuck!
I needed to think. Before, I had this trump card; take her up to the penthouse, give her some wine, make a move, and fuck her. The office, really, had just been a prelude to what this was.
Now that was gone. I needed to do something unexpected, not to salvage today; that was dead and gone barring a miracle. No, I needed to keep the thread alive.
Iwouldfuck Delilah Reyes. Iwouldmake her mine.
But I had to accept that I wouldn’t do it tonight, lest I turn into the very monster I swore I wasn’t.
So, I did something I knew she wouldn’t expect.
“I apologize,” I said. “I overstepped my bounds. This was not what you came here for.”
Delilah’s eyes widened. Perfect.
Was I apologetic? I mean, in the sense that I didn’t get laid, I was apologetic. But was I apologetic for being attracted to Delilah? For wanting to fuck her senseless? For wanting to seduce her like no other could?
Absolutely fucking not.
“You wished to do an interview with me,” I said. “Let’s set a timer for however long you want. No more than fifteen minutes, but less if you wish. We will speak as journalist and source for that time, at which point you may leave.”
Delilah’s eyes were still wide. Excellent. She didn’t know what to think, and the less she knew what to think, the more that sexual instinct would kick in.
And when it eventually overrode her rational mind…
I would come for her.
“Sounds… good,” Delilah said, her voice unsure. She didn’t even seem to have the wits about her to evaluate the statement; she simply took it at face value.
But I was, if nothing else, a man of my word. I arranged the chairs so we were well within sight and even reaching touch of each other, but not so close as to suggest underhanded intentions. I sat quietly in my chair, allowing Delilah to gather herself and ready some questions.
