“Sia,” I whispered. At his blank look, I smiled. “My name.”
“Princess Sia. Beautiful. Just like you.” His fingers trailed a slow path up my waist, over my breast to cup my chin. “I am hopeful that when I walk in here tomorrow, it will be to see you,” he said softly in a way that conveyed a wealth of intimacy for a man I didn’t know. “Where’s your car?” He glanced behind him to the road.
“Um,” I hesitated. There was no way I wanted him to see that car. “It’s okay. It’s just up the road, and my cousin’s waiting.”
As though he sensed my reluctance, he smiled. “Bye, Sia. Sweet dreams.” After another soft kiss to my lips, he re-entered the bar.
I stood there a while longer, my heated body at war with the logical part of my brain. To walk away or stay. Several seconds of deliberation found my feet in a hurried stroll back toward the house.
“Jesus, Sianna, give a man a heart attack, why don’t you?”
Engrossed in the mind-boggling remnants of Prince’s kiss, I startled then let out a low laugh. “With that magnificent look, I’d say you’re far from likening yourself to a man, Ru.” Having probably arrived here directly after a stage performance without changing, my cousin was an utterly stunning version of Cher, and I had no doubt he could sing just as well.
“Well, I’m freezing my balls off,” he moaned before his frown smoothed into a smile. “I’ll forgive your tardiness, hoping a gorgeous man was the cause of you making me worry.”
“You have no idea.” I grinned.
His fake brows jumped to his hairline. “Oh. Do tell.”
“Let’s drive, and I’ll fill you in.” I opened my car door. After we managed to squeeze ourselves between bags and boxes sticking out of the back seat, I started the engine. All through the ride, I filled him in on my meeting with Prince.
When I pulled up next to his building and switched off the engine, he turned to me, his eyes wide. “Please tell me you said yes?”
I gawked. “Really? Without giving it some thought.”
Ruvash tilted his head, giving me his best what-the-fuck face. “What’s there to think about? Hell, girl, the man offered you two hundred thousand dollars to sleep with him. It’s just sex.”
“Just sex?” I frowned.
“Think about what you can do with the money?” He pointed out, his tone matter of fact. “Anyway, judging by the way you described the man’s touch and kisses, I’d say he’s pretty hot in bed.”
I couldn’t stop the small smile playing around my lips. “Yeah, but—”
“No buts, Sianna.” He gripped my hand between his with a heavy sigh. “Sweetie, you’re single, beautiful, and have a gorgeous man wanting to take you to bed. What in God’s name is wrong with this picture. Absofuckinglutely nothing.”
“What if he’s married,” I blurted out.
Ruvash didn’t see anything wrong with that. “So? A man will cheat on his wife if he wants to, your moral ethics aside.”
“I don’t want to be paid for sex.”
“So, don’t.” He cocked a flawlessly penciled brow at me. “Stop overthinking this and just go fuck the man. If nothing else, it would probably make for a good comparison.”
“I’ll think about it.” I grinned at his petulant look. “We’ve got a car to offload, and you can’t help me in that dress.”
He rolled his eyes at my change of subject. “Come on.”
