“He’s had to go to London for a few days.” He lifts a bottle of wine from the coffee table. “Drink?”
“You think getting me drunk, you can have your way with me?” I flop into the chair, the furthest one away from him.
He chuckles. “I think we both know I don’t need to get you drunk for that.”
I glare at him. My eyes shoot icicles from my cold hard stare, while heat pools in my knickers. My walls clench as he inches forward on the sofa and pops the cork, flexing his biceps. Why does he have to look so freakin’ hot in a black t-shirt? The ink covering his arms is my porn, and he’s right. I am attracted to him.
He hands me a glass of red wine. I snatch it, annoyed that he even knows my favourite drink. How the heck did he know that? My favourite brand too.
If he wasn’t keeping me hostage right now, I’d have probably fucked him already, but it’s a game of dominance at this point. I sip the red wine, loving the velvet texture on my tongue.
Dominance?
I huff. Sounds about right. Dominic thinks he can dominate me, but he has another thing coming.
My foot taps against the coffee table in my red fuck me heels. I don’t miss how his eyes rake my body from my foot to settle on my breasts where the button of my shirt threatens to pop at any minute with my heaving chest.
I chew on the inside of my mouth, looking around the room at anything but him.
He grabs a deck of cards from under the coffee table. “Game?”
I sip my drink, staring at the deck of cards in his hands.
“Red, I’m sorry. I didn’t think.” He stands with them in his hand. “I’ll get rid of them.”
“No. It’s all right. I’m fine. The cards don’t bother me, really.” I take them from his hand. My heart racing as our fingers brush. He doesn’t know it’s being alone with him that has my pulse quickening. I’m not about to tell him, though, in fear he tries something because I wouldn’t be able to resist.
I shuffle the deck. Working at the casino, I became all too familiar with the card games. “What do you want to play? Go fish or snap?”
Dom lets out a half laugh. “You’re a funny little fox, aren’t you? I was thinking more like strip poker.”
“Where is the benefit for me in that? I’ve already seen you naked, and we both know you’re gonna strip again tonight.” I deal the cards, setting the game up for poker, but there’s not a chance in hell I’m stripping for him.
“What is it you want, then?” He scratches the short beard covering his jaw. “Let’s make this interesting for the both of us. Name your price.”
I place the deck in the middle of the table and lift my wine, twirling the stem between my fingers as I think about what I want. “If I win a hand, I get to ask you questions, and you answer truthfully.”
“All right. Same. Prepare to spill all your secrets, Red.”
I smile as I arrange my cards in my hand. “So confident, hunter. I think it’s you that needs to prepare to spill.” My hand isn’t that great, but if I’ve learned anything at all at the casino, it’s bluffing.
“Oh, I’ll spill, little fox. I’ll spill my hot cum down your throat when you admit your feelings for me.”
My thighs clench as heat pools in my centre. I swallow the squeak about to escape from my lips. “Never,” I say, but it comes out as a breathy moan.
He quirks a grin, knowing exactly what he does to me. I’m not sure why I’m fighting it. I could just fuck him right now and alleviate this aching throb between my legs, but then it would be like I’ve given in to him, besides I kinda like him chasing after my affection like a puppy dog, though the fiery coals of his eyes are more like that of a bloodhound who’s caught the scent of my arousal.
He switches three cards, telling me his hand was naff, and he’s just as good with his poker face as I am. “You switching any up, Red?”
“Nope. No need. By the way. Are we playing ace high or low?”
“You have a few aces up your sleeve, huh?”
My face remains blank. I don’t have any aces, but I think he does with how he hesitates to answer.
“You choose.” He runs a hand over his short hair.
“Low.”
