“So,” she asked, her voice soft now, “you staying at the hotel?”
I raised an eyebrow. While I knew where this was going, I didn’t expect it so soon.
But since we’re here, “I am.”
Her grin was sly.
“There’s a big party tomorrow night. Are you here for that?” She thought she was subtle.
Cute.
I let the corner of my mouth twitch, “I might be.”
Her grin widened. “Well. Do you have any other plans for the evening?”
I exhaled sharply, leaning back slightly.
“You ask a lot of questions. Too much, in fact.”
“Oh?” she asked.
“Yes. And it’s completely unnecessary,” I said, voice low. “We both know this conversation ends two ways.”
“Only two ways?”
“Yes,” I answered plainly.
“And what ways are those?”
So many fucking questions.
“Either you use those pretty-ass legs to walk out the door, or you wrap them around my face. Choose.”
She paused mid-sip, looking at me with widened eyes, then she laughed.
“You’re pretty straightforward, aren’t ya?”
“Only when I gotta be,” I said, eyes locked on hers. “Choose,Ms. Desire.”
Her grin didn’t falter, and I could tell she loved the game as much as I did. Instead of replying, she signaled the bartender over and requested the check.
I raised an eyebrow but didn’t stop her.
When the slip came, I paid without hesitation—$1,077.89 on a bottle we didn’t even finish.
Not gonna look good on my expense report.
“You’re well off,” she said, arching one perfectly shaped brow as she watched me hand over my card.
“You’re observant,” I replied.
Her eyes sparkled, but there was a hint of calculation behind them. The me who wasn’t buzzing from being stood up and brimming with drinks would’ve been curious about that, but the only thing on my mind was getting fucked.
I nodded my head toward the exit, she grabbed her purse and led the way out.
As we moved away from the bar, keeping a noticeable distance between us as we walked, I felt every ounce of tension thrumming between us. She wasn’t new to this.
She’d done it before, and she’d done it well.
