Page 63 of Heartless
His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. I shook my head, trying to ignore the way his presence made my heart race.
“Did you get the flowers?”
Swallowing hard, I nodded. He probably thought I was giving him the silent treatment because I was mad at him, and not because I was afraid that if I opened my mouth to speak he would somehow tell from the sound of my voice that I was thinking about having sex with him.
“I’m sorry for ignoring you,” he began, his expression conflicted. “I needed time to… sort things out.”
“I understand,” I finally managed to say, trying to keep my tone neutral despite the swirl of emotions inside me.
His eyes searched mine as if trying to decipher my thoughts. Scared that he might somehow read my mind, I asked. “How’s the dog?”
Parker sat at the edge of the hot tub and graced me with a smile. “You missed him, didn’t you?”
“Of course not.” My voice showed disgust at the thought of it and Parker laughed.
“Did you miss me too?” He taunted.
“You wish.”
“I do actually,” he looked down at the water. “I don’t think there is a person who cares enough for me to actually miss my presence.”
“Poor little thing,” I faked empathy. “I’m sure you’ll feel better when you wipe your tears with hundred dollar bills on a private island.”
Parker smiled a genuine smile, not at all offended. “What am I doing at a private island?”
I shrugged. “Spending your millions.”
Parker leaned forward, dipping his hand in the water. I sucked in a breath. His hand was inches away from my breasts. Did he want to touch me? Would I let him touch me here? In the dark backyard? Under the hot water?
“Am I alone on that private island in thisfantasyof yours?”
Fantasy? Was he flirting with me?
My chest started rising faster with every breath and dropped a little lower into the water in an attempt to hide the effect he had on me.
“I don’t fantasize about you,” I bit out.
“No?” He asked in a hushed voice. “And what do you fantasize about?”
“That’s none of your business.”
Parker leaned back a little as if he was giving me the opportunity to take a good look at him. Which I did.
“Hello? Your boyfriend would know. I’m just trying to play my role in a believable way.”
“I don’t think my mother would ask you about my fantasies.”
“Come on,” he splashed water on my face and I gasped in surprise. “Tell me. Sex in public? Bondage? Threesomes?” He paused for a second then raised a brow. “Hot tubs?”
I snorted but after that conversation I might start fantasizing about hot tubs for real.
“That’s your topic of conversation after you ignored me for a week?”
“Is there a better ice breaker than sharing something intimate?” My gaze dropped to his mouth just for a moment and his eyes did the same. “I’ll start then. One fantasy I play around in my mind a lotlately is coming back from work and finding a woman waiting for me. Completely naked. She’s wet and ready and I don’t even bother to take my suit off. I just unzip my pants and fuck her with my clothes still on. Her juices soaking into the fabric. I might even make her lick the stains clean afterwards.”
Oh.
My.
