My mouth watered at the scowl. Damn, that was smooth. I mean, scary too. But consider me enthralled.
As I wondered how it’d feel under my fingers, then my lips, and then?—
“Miss?”
What would that feel like if he were going down on me?
Fuck, that mouth of his would be wicked. And I bet he knew exactly how to take direction too, unlike half the men in the world who got embarrassed and flustered?—
“Miss!”
I jolted. Then, when I realized the attraction was one-sided, what the actual fuck, I stuttered, “U-Um. So… I-I’d better go then.”
His pointed look told me to get with the program.
That was when the strangest realization came to me—my gawking or standing there hadn’t triggered his annoyance. He just appeared genuinely aggravated by me.
But he didn’t know me.
I hadn’t really talked to him until a few minutes ago.
I was adept at pissing men off, enough that I could turn it into an Olympic sport, but so quickly? Even my patented method didn’t work this fast.
Bewildered, I gnawed on my bottom lip, aware that he caught the movement before I woodenly stepped away.
Praying that he was watching my ass, I turned my head over my shoulder, nearly stumbling to the floor in the process—thatwas what happened when you ODed on dimenhydrinate—and felt my heart sink.
He was reading something on his phone again.
Hadn’t he eventriedto look up my skirt?
“Man, you started early,” Neev teased as I slumped into the leather armchair beside her, making a mental note to update the Wikipedia article on nausea meds’ ability to loosen someone’s tongue—and their panties—when taken in high doses.
“If that was my start, then I might as well go home now. Is he watching me?”
“No.” Raisin stopped loading iceberg lettuce onto her fork and pointed at her plate. “You’re making this cherry tomato look pale.”
“Have you seen him?” Neev buttered a roll. “I mean, he’s old but hot.”
“He’s not old. Lower your damn voice. You don’t recognize him, either?” When she shrugged, I snatched at the bottle of water Raisin passed me. “What’s wrong with you two? We live in a dangerous city! How don’t you know the dangerous people?”
Completely uninterested in hearing me rant, Neev chuckled. “Does it matter if we don’t know who he is? Especially when he isn’t into you.”
I growled under my breath at her nerve, stole the buttered roll from her hand, and took a large bite.
I’d have preferred a hole to appear underneath me so I could drop into it, but I’d endure death by carbs too.
As my sisters discussed what the lounge had to offer and how awesome it was not to be in the cattle class, my mind accelerated into overdrive.
What had I been thinking by approaching him?
And why had I reacted that way?
My problem was usually hypoarousal, nothyper. It enabled me to drop a dude like I popped a squat, with zero guilt involved. Most men annoyed me more than turned me on.
Custanzu Valentini, barely six weeks post-overdose, and apparently in the final stage of grief, had achieved what Darren, my last lay, hadn’t attained with his tongue and fingers, never mind his pencil dick.
Feeling oddly flushed, and not out of mortification, I chanced a look back at him. Something compelled me to. An urge I couldn’t fight. And saw that he was watching me.
