“I have a proposition for you.”
She reached across the table for her teacup, muttering, “This is gonna be good.”
“I want to hire you to travel with me for the next month.”
She instantly shook her head. “Not a chance. I can’t take that much time off work.”
“Okay, how much time could you take off? And don’t bullshit me. I have it on good authority you’re long overdue for a vacation.”
She paused to think about it. “The restaurants, the catering, most of it will run just fine without me for a while. But your brother is scheduled to start a bulking cycle for a movie and I need to be back for it in ten days.”
“Alex could easily work with one of your minions, couldn’t he?”
“I’m not doing that to him. He was my first big client who took a chance on me, and he’s been loyal to me ever since. Half the work I have now is because of him.”
She was about to dig her heels in.
Some things about her had changed completely. And some were just the same. When her chin started to jut like that, it was time to either drop it or prepare for battle.
Ten days would be enough to get her out of my system even with as little time in my schedule as I was going to have.
“If that’s all you can manage, I propose you let me hire you for ten days. Come on tour with me.”
“I don’t need the money, Zane.”
She wasn’t saying she didn’t want to. She was simply throwing obstacles in the way she knew I could demolish.
“It doesn’t matter. The money is just a clean method of both of us being clear about what this is. No strings, no expectations. Just good sex and maybe decent sleep…”
“Good sex, huh? When does that start?”
I took the teacup from her and set it on the table.
The way she gasped when I cupped her pussy over her jumpsuit would still be tormenting me in my dreams if I lived to be a hundred.
“Who said anything about it being good for you? It’s all about the client’s pleasure, right?” I ground the heel of my hand against her, finding the spot that made her hips buck. “But for ten days, this cunt belongs to me.”
She didn’t answer me with words, but she didn’t need to. Her moan told me everything I needed to know. She wanted this as badly as I did.
“I can’t,” she said.
“Drop the brat act for a minute and stop being so stubborn. You’re bored. And your boring ex has made going home a worse idea than staying with me. You know as well as I do, you’ll spend the rest of your life wondering what it would’ve been like if you don’t take the chance.” I unbuttoned the front of her jumpsuit and reached my hand down to stroke her where she needed it, finding her soaked and swollen under my touch.
I was frustrated it had come to this, that I was teasing her into answering rather than having her admit it’s what she wanted too, but that didn’t make sense. If this was just about sex, why couldn’t I use sex to get what I wanted?
“Tell me you’ll stay and I’ll let you come.”
“Why are you such a manipulative asshole?” she ground out around her quick little gasps.
“Because I know what I want and I’m not scared to do whatever it takes to get it.”
“Fine! I’ll stay with you.”
“Good,” I said, pulling my hand out of her jumpsuit and patting her thigh. “We’re late.”
I lifted her off my lap and almost laughed at the disbelieving rage on her face. “The fuck we are. You said you’d make me come.”
I kissed the tip of her nose, right in the middle of her adorably angry face. “And I will. Later.”
