“Family.” Though vague, at least this answer is accurate.
His lips turn up into a smirk, showing me my terse answers aren’t fooling him.
“What about you, Mr. Petrovic? Where are you from?”
“Born and raised here. But my family is Croatian.”
“Croatia? Must be beautiful.”
“It is. You should take the money you’ve won and treat yourself to a vacation there.”
He winks, but my smile is fake. Traveling outside of the country is not something that is within my reach. Getting a fake driver’s license is much easier than getting a fake passport. I lean back on the stool and take a swig of my drink. His gaze catches on the spot where my lips wrap around the straw.
“Stalking me, huh?” I tease.
“Like I said, just doing my job.” His thick fingers grab the shot glass, and I’m mesmerized with the sight of his Adam’sapple bobbing as he downs it.Since when have I found throats attractive?
I lick my suddenly dry lips, making a split-second decision of poking the bear. “You must have hated watching me, night after night.” My chest leans forward in a way I know makes my breasts pop out.
Once again, he studies me before flashing me his teeth. This time, he’s the one to lean forward, his breath caressing the skin beneath my ear. “Want to know the truth? I’ve jerked my cock into my fist watching you on my security feed, while remembering thenicenight we shared.”
I let out a gasp, my nipples tightening into pebbled peaks underneath my dress. He notices immediately and shakes his head while licking his lips. My cheeks heat, but a warm ache settles between my thighs.
He lifts from his chair and drops a hundred on the bar. He’s an owner, meaning he’s not obligated to pay, but he still tips the staff. Already on his way out, he turns toward me. “We’re leaving.”
The command in his voice almost makes me whimper, but I’m not sure what’s going on. “What makes you think I’ll leave with you?”
“Maybe the way your body reacted to a single sentence I’ve told you.” He crosses his arms in front of his chest, his foot tapping with impatience.
“My body is not the one in charge.”
“Make it a wild guess, then.” He turns away from me, and the sight of his retreating form makes panic rise in my throat.
He’s right. I want to leave with him. I desperately want to leave with him. My legs eat up the space between us, and he presses a hand to my lower back, not sparing me a glance.
I must be out of my damn mind.
The ride to his place passes in a blur. His masculine scent invades my nostrils, intoxicating me more than the vodka I’ve had.
Persephone greets us at the door, her little tail wagging with all her might. Of course, I give her some cuddles, and Leon watches us in shock once again.
“What?” I ask while the dog pants under my touch.
“Nothing.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “Should I give you some privacy?”
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of your dog.”
“Well, I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t prefer those nails digging intomyback.”
“Too bad, because I prefer this right here.”
He lowers to a squat, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.
I let out a loud squeal. “Put me down!”
“Sure thing,” he responds, dropping me on his bed. I bounce off it, my fingers digging into the Egyptian cotton of his sheets.
He drops his jacket from his shoulders, his white shirt straining with the width of his muscles. Slowly, he unbuttons his shirt, and I squeeze my thighs together in anticipation.
