I took a sip, humming softly as the liquor burned warm down my throat.
“Mmm. Not bad. You trying to impress me?”
“No,” he said flatly, sipping his own.
I laughed, tossing my hair over my shoulder before circling and sinking into the sofa, crossing my legs.
He walked towards the window and stared out at that gorgeous skyline. I watched him nurse his drink like it was the most important thing in the room, deep in thought.
“You always this serious, Mr. S.?”
He sighed. “More damn questions.”
“Well, you can’t blame me for being curious. I was expecting the interesting man I met at the bar. NotBruce Wayne.”
His mouth tugged at the corner, barely a smile. “Maybe that was all the interesting parts of me.”
I laughed, tilting my head. “Mm, I don’t buy that. I think you’re secretly very fun.”
“Not a chance,” he said flatly, but his eyes flickered like he almost enjoyed me poking at him.
I slid off the sofa and crossed the space between us, slowly dragging my movements out. “You know, I could probably get you to smile again for real, if you let me try.”
“Doubt it.”
“Oh, that sounds like a challenge.” I grinned, looping my arms around his shoulders, leaning in, about to steal a kiss.
That’s when he stopped me. His hand was firm at my wrist, voice calm but commanding. “I think we need to establish some ground rules.”
I blinked, thrown off by the sudden shift. “Rules?”
“Rule one,” he said evenly, ignoring my confusion. “I don’t want to be touched. And yes, that includes kissing.”
I pulled back slightly, frowning. “Wait, what? Then how are we supposed to?—”
“Rule two.” His tone cut through mine, leaving no room to argue. “I don’t like to be questioned.”
That shut me up real quick.
“And rule three.” He released my wrist but held my gaze. “Communicate. I want to know what you like, what you don’t like, what feels good, and what doesn’t. I can go as hard as you want, for as long as you want. But don’t hold back. Ask, and you’ll get it. Understood?”
I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. “Understood.”
“Good.” He nodded towards the bedroom door before taking a sip. “Bed. Now. I’ll be with you in a moment. Gotta make a call.”
I nodded and made my way over to the room door, looking over my shoulder to see if he’s looking. He’s not. He’s already on the phone.
With a sigh I push the door all the way open.
The dick better be worth it.
Instead of getting on the bed like he asked, I walked around. The bedroom was a lot colder than the rest of the space. Everything was too perfect. Sheets pulled tight, not a crease in sight.
No softness.
I walked slowly as I dragged my fingers across the dresser just to break the stillness. His suitcase sat open on the rack, clothes folded with a precision that made even me pause.
I hovered for a second.
