Zia arched a brow.“How boring.”
“I’m not a fan of drama,” I told her, making my preferences clear.
The woman let out a condescending laugh.“You’re lying.”
My head leaned back a bit.“And what makes you say that?”
Her blue eyes were bright as she said, “Because a man that doesn’t like to have drama in his life doesn’t choose litigation as his profession.”She leaned closer to me as she added, “You’d get bored in a second if you had a woman that kept her head bowed and her opinions to herself.”
“You don’t know anything about me,” I pointed out
“I know enough,” she countered before leaning back, putting some space between us.
“And what about you?”I asked.“My guess is that you’re here because you didn’t get your way with your daddy, and that ego of yours needs some soothing.”
“If you’re suggesting that I have daddy issues, then you’re right,” she replied candidly, surprising the fuck out of me.“If you’re suggesting that I’m here for therapeutic reasons, you’d also be right.However, if you think for one moment that I’m embarrassed by either, you’re wrong.”
Yeah, Zia DeLéon was a lot more than she let on.
“And which room or rooms help you with that?”I asked against my better judgement.“I’m guessing rooms three and four since you like to be the center of attention.”
Without even an ounce of embarrassment, she said, “Room four.”
“You like putting on a show?”
“I like being watched,” she quickly replied.
“What’s the difference?”
“If the man that I’m with knows what he’s doing, then I’ll be too consumed with pleasure to have the presence of mind to put on a show,” she answered coolly.
She’s only twenty-five.
Ignoring the warning bells, I asked, “So, if you’re here for something so specific, what do you look for in a partner?”
Leaning closer again, she said, “I like my men older, Mr.Crawford.I like them older, experienced, and they better be comfortable with me calling them Daddy when I cum.”
Though my dick was quickly rising to the challenge, I said, “Sounds like you need to see a professional for that.”
Instead of getting offended, Zia let out a husky laugh.“Don’t I know it.However, for now, this will do.”
Putting the final nail in my coffin, I asked, “How much older, Zia?”
Like the female praying mantis that she was, she said, “Old enough to know better, but reckless enough not to care.One that enjoys complications, because I’m as about as complicated as you can get.”
“So, you expect a phone call the next morning?”I asked, seriously needing to adjust my pants.
Zia immediately shook her head.“No.I just want the man left wondering what in the hell just happened.”
Well, fuck me running.
