I roll my eyes. “No.”
“I am.”
I laugh again. “Should I be happy for you?”
“Only if you agree to meet me somewhere Thursday night.”
“I can’t. Between school and work . . .”
“Unless you take summer classes, pretty sure you’re off. Quit screwing around, woman. I know you want me.” Always so confident and arrogant on the outside, but underneath, where it matters most, I know there’s a tender spot.
“Maybe I’m not interested in you, Eagle. Maybe I’m just trying to blow you off without being a bitch about it.”
Expecting to hear him laugh, I’m shocked when all I get is silence. Did I hurt his feelings?
“I’ll book you for the night, Serafina. Then you won’t have a choice. I’ll be an official customer.” I hear the disapproval in his voice. “You’ll strip for me, no one else. Those tits and ass will belong to me. And I promise, once you’ve had a taste, you won’t be able to forget me.”
I close my eyes, turned on by the hint of possessiveness in his voice. Turned on by what I already know he can do. My hands slide to my breasts, wishing his hands were all over me. I let out a tiny moan.
“What are you doing, baby? Thinking about what it would be like?” He breathes heavily into the phone. “You can’t run away from it, Serafina. It will always be there, a persistent need to find out what it would be like—me pumping inside of you, my hands all over you—my tongue . . .”
“Okay!”
“Okay, what?” he asks in a low, predatory tone.
“I want you.”
He chuckles. “I’ll make that call to your boss, then.”
God, no!I only work on the weekends, so if Eagle calls Ben and tries to schedule a Thursday night party, it’ll spark all kinds of questions. I know it’s risky, but if we meet somewhere neutral, perhaps I can get away with seeing him one more time. No one needs to know. Just me and Eagle. A last chance to kiss him. To . . . “I don’t want to see you as a dancer, Eagle.”
“Good. Because I want to fuck you, Serafina. I’m not going to lie.”
Those sexy words burn holes in my heart. I want him. I need him. I miss him. “Where?” I’m on fire, the ache between my legs as real as the desperation in Eagle’s voice. When he says he wants to fuck me, I’m no longer thinking as Serafina, but as Angel.
“Have you spent any time in Shreveport?”
“I’ve done a few parties there.”
“I have a cabin on the Red River. It’s not too hard to find. Are you willing to drive there on Thursday afternoon?”
Is a seventy-mile drive worth seeing him again? Is giving up my sanity worth one night with Eagle? “Yes.”
“After we hang up, I want you to do two things for me. Okay?”
“I-I’ll try.” I’m losing it.
“First, check your email for directions to the cabin. You can’t tell anyone where it’s at. I use it as a safehouse for the club.”
“I won’t.”
“Then I want you to take a selfie for me. Let me see you in one of the skimpy outfits you dance in. I need a visual to make it to Thursday. Can you do that for me?”
At this point, I’ll do just about anything to make him happy. “Yeah.”
“Good girl.”
“Goodbye, Eagle.”
“Wait!”
“Did I miss something?”
“Bring some jeans and boots Thursday. We’re going for a ride.”
I disconnect, my heart and mind on totally different frequencies. I can do this. I can keep my true identity a secret. I can sleep with Eagle once and then force him out of my life forever. I deserve to be happy for a day. I deserve to know what I missed all those years ago. I deserve Eagle and I plan on having him.
