“I can’t show you the whole client list. We’re very careful with our clients’ privacy, even if the board isn’t.” He narrowed his eyes, ready for a challenge.
She gave him a look of exaggerated patience. “How about you tell methe name of the person in this photo and show me the name in your database.”
“Fine.”
She shuffled through the photos, one by one, and he clicked on each corresponding name.
His shoulders tightened with every minute he sat next to her.Mediocre?Could it be that he had so completely misjudged her reaction to him last night? Because though he’d been with more than his fair share of women,last night stood out. No. There had been a moment that passed between them yesterday, as she’d looked up at him, and he was under the impression her orgasms were more than satisfying. Both of them.
Maybe she was just taunting him. She must be. He had to believe that, if only because he really didn’t want to think about the other men who had tasted her and made her come in some way he hadn’t.
Cameron had to find out for sure.
Jackson came to the photo of him and the two women coming out of the bar. She hesitated.
“Names?” she asked, her face blank.
He mirrored her expression. “Alya Petrova is a client. Her sister, Natasha, isn’t.”
She stared at him, as if she were waiting for more information. He didn’t say anything. Let her think the worst. It was Max who couldn’tstay away from Natasha, not him. But that was Max’s problem. And none of Jackson’s business.
She bit her lip.
“Did you want more details?” he asked, crossing his arms.
She shook her head and wrote the names on the photo.
Jackson continued through the rest of the papers, but she didn’t look nearly as composed as she had when they started. Good. When they got to the end, she closedher folder and stuffed it in her bag. She stood up and ran a hand down her skirt. He rose to face her. She was close enough that she had to tilt her head up to meet his eyes.
“Is that all you need from me tonight, Jackson?” he asked.
He had meant to provoke her, but when her first name slipped out of his mouth, the question sounded much more seductive. A few more strands of hair had fallenfrom the knot on top of her head, and she tucked them behind her ear. He shouldn’t be pushing her like this. He should just let it go. But he couldn’t bring himself to back down, not when she looked so uncertain. And so sexy.
She swallowed. “Yes.”
“Good,” he said. “I wouldn’t want to subject you to another mediocre night.”
She met his gaze and shrugged. “It’s okay. Not everything canlive up to expectations.”
A low rumble escaped from his mouth. Live up to her expectations? What the hell kind of expectations did she have?
She smiled at his reaction and continued with a sigh. “Guys like you always think you’re better than you really are.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Guys like me?”
She counted off his descriptors on her long, slender fingers. “Tall and fit, used togetting your way all the time, want every woman to think you—”
Cameron was done with her list. He closed his hand around hers and said, “Right now, I’m not interested in what any other woman thinks. I want to hear what you think. When you got down on all fours, ready for my cock, was that just mediocre? Or do we need to do something more to satisfy you?”
