Okay, who’s the liar now? Georgina’s red-hot desire to get absolutely desecrated by me has been written all over her face from the minute she winked at me in the lecture hall.
I lean forward, matching her posture. “Aw, Georgina. Don’t bullshit a bullshitter. I’m going to be wildly successful at seducing you, and weboth know it. In fact, when the time is right tonight, I’m going to invite you to come to my house. And we both know what you’re going to say in reply when I do.”
She flashes me a snarky look. “I have no idea what I’d say to an invitation like that. Maybe if I had more highly formative life experiences, it’d be a different story. But as it is, I’m too busy play-acting confidence in my mommy’s heels to know what I think or feel or want.”
She flashes me a spicy little look that says,Take that, you condescending prick, and I’m suddenly dizzy with my desire for her.
I bite my lip. “So, it’s gonna be like that, huh?”
“You bet your ass it’s gonna be like that.”
A palpable current of electricity passes between us. Sexual desire that shoots straight into my cock. “All right, beautiful. We’ll go around and around for a while before I extend my invitation. We’ll play a pointless, but highly entertaining, game of cat and mouse, just for the fun of it. But, I promise you, when the game ends, you’re gonna say yes to me.”
She shrugs. “Who knows what I’ll say?” She winks. “But I can’t wait to find out.”
I return her wink. “Let the seduction begin.”
8
REED
“Georgie!” the male bartender shouts from the other end of the bar, making her jerk backwards from our sexy conversation. “You need help over there?”
“No, I’m good!” She returns to me. “You’ve got to order something, or I’m gonna get in trouble.”
I throw down a hundred, order a beer for me, Scotch for Josh, and a gin martini for Henn. “Keep the change, as long as you take your sweet time making that martini.”
“You got it.” She gets to work.
“You’re not even going topretendto check my ID?” I say teasingly. “Way to make a guy feel old, bartender.”
She slides my beer across the bar. “You already told me you’re thirty-four. Are you saying you’re a liar?”
“I’m saying Icouldhave been lying.”
“Yeah, well, the woman at the panel said you graduated from UCLA a decade ago. So unless you’re one of those baby-geniuses who graduates medical school at age ten, I’m thinking it’s safe to assume you were telling the truth. Also, Wikipedia says you’re thirty-four. And we all know Wikipedia is never wrong.”
A stool opens up in front of where Georgina is currently pouring Josh’s Scotch and I quickly snag it. “Ah, you googled me.”
“I did. No shame in that. While I was sitting in the lecture hall, waiting for the start of the program. I’d heard your name for the first time while walking to the event, so I figured it would heighten my experience if I knew a little something about you in advance. I also devoured every photo of you I could find.”
I chuckle. “Did you google all the panelists to ‘heighten your experience,’ or just me?”
“Just you. I’d heard you’re smoking hot, and I wanted to see for myself.”
“And?”
She slides Josh’s Scotch toward me. “And you didn’t disappoint.”
I take a sip of my beer to hide my wide smile. This girl could teach a master class in sexy flirting. “After all the photos you ‘devoured,’ the real-life version of me didn’t disappoint?”
“The real-life version of you made my ovaries vibrate.”
Holy fuck. I can’t believe it, but I feel myself blushing. When was the last time that happened to me? “If I haven’t made it clear enough, I find you smoking hot, too. Seriously, you’re absolutely stunning, Georgina.”
She bats her eyelashes. “Thank you.”
“If I’d seen you while waiting for the panel to start, and somehow knew your name, I would have sat there googling the shit out of you, too, including devouring every photo of you in existence online.”
