This will actually make for a great closing line for my article. Something along the lines of being close to winning, but the wealthy hedging out as usual. It’ll piss people off, but whatever.
“The winner is, ticket number 8539240,” the emcee says, interrupting my thoughts. “Again, the winner is ticket number 8539240.”
I look down at my ticket, not expecting to see…8539240. Holy fucking fuck! I won. I won a fucking date with Menace Grant.
Trying to keep my cool and fight from running to the stage to claim my prize—that sounds super fucked up—I raise my hand and say, “That’s me.”
The emcee looks at me, his eyes widening slightly with surprise before he says, “Come on up and introduce yourself, mister…”
“Washington,” I fill in, but I don’t meet his gaze. My eyes are locked with Menace’s, which flash with something dark and almost primal as his smile gains feeling.
I make my way onto the stage and hand the emcee my ticket. He checks it over and nods as if sealing the deal. “Congratulations, Mr.Washington. You and Mr.Grant may step aside and plan your private date.”
Grabbing my hand tightly as if he thinks I’ll slip away, Menace guides me off the stage into a room where all the items for auction are kept.
As soon as the door closes behind him, Menace holds out his hand and says, “Phone.”
I pull it from my pocket quickly, unlock it and slap it in his hand. He quickly puts his number in, then calls himself. When his phone vibrates in his pocket, he hangs up and hands mine back.
“Now I’ll be able to find you,” he says ominously, though it sends a shiver over me.
Smiling, I stuff my phone back in my pocket. “You gonna stalk me, Mr.Grant?” I ask.
“Nah.” He leans closer and lowers his voice. “That would mean you wouldn’t know I was there.”
I bark a laugh and shake my head. “I think that’s still a felony.” Menace smiles widely. “So…”
He leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. I track the movements, loving how the jacket strains against his arms and pulls against his chest, showing off his fit and toned body. It’s even hotter than if he weren’t wearing any clothes at all. “So. Wanna get out of here?”
“To do what?” I ask, hoping he wants to take me home, spread me out on his bed and fuck me until I can’t remember anything but him.
Menace smiles, his eyes flicking down to my mouth as if he read my mind. I lick my lips and his eyes lock on the movement, a heated glint entering his eyes.
After a few charged moments, he slowly meets my gaze and says, “Maybe get some coffee?”
“Cheap date, Mr.Grant,” I murmur, though I can’t stop smiling.
His eyes grow heated as they trace my body. Fuck, how can a small gaze have me so fucking hot? The way he looks at me, you’d thinkIwas the model, someone to be admired.
With a gentle finger, he rubs over my neck where my tattoo is. I open my mouth to pull in air as his touch sends jolts of awareness over me. “When I take you out,” he says in a voice so deep it’s almost in hell, “it’ll be something you’ll never forget.” I almost whimper when he drops his hand and slides it into his pocket. “Coffee?”
“Uh, yeah. Yes.” I stutter. “When?”
“Now. I don’t want to be here anymore, and I take it you don’t ever.”
“Not at all.”
“Good.” He pushes off the wall and holds his hand out to me. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Five
Hill
“Nice ride,”I say when Menace leads me to his car, some sleek European number that probably cost more than my life.
“Want one?” he asks as he opens my door.
Smirking, I sarcastically answer, “Yeah, get me one in black.”
