Page 32 of Brutal Sin
Okay, maybe there was a little doubt.
A teeny, tinybit.
Not enough to justify further humiliation, though.
“What if we had a testrun?”
His question pulled her up short. She turned, finding him clutching the backrest of his metal chair.
“A testrun?”
“I can open the Vault tonight. For the two of us. That way we can see who’s right or wrong.”
“I know my body.” At least she had, until Bryan had scorched her with his touch.
“I remember you thinking the same thing in the lockerroom.”
She scoffed, wishing she had a smart quip to shove in his face. Unfortunately, they both knew he was right. He’d tweaked parts of her she’d thought died yearsago.
“You like to keep throwing that in my face, don’tyou?”
“If it helps me get what I want.” He shrugged. “I’ll do whatever’s necessary.”
Her chest squeezed with the close proximity to defeat. “I’m not going to the club. If you want to do this, we do it my way.” The response felt like surrender. Tantalizing, erotic surrender.
“I’m listening.”
She approached, taking one cautious step after another. The ball rested in her court; all she needed to do was determine what she wanted togain.
His discomfort.
The tiniest taste of retribution.
“You need to meet me at my apartment.” Where he’d be surrounded by her things and would no doubt feel uncomfortable in a scary, relationship-type setting. If they were going to do this, he needed to hate every single minute ofit.
He didn’t flinch. “Your place, it is. Would you also like to dictate thetime?”
“Seven.” The power trip was invigorating. “I’ll get a piece of paper to write down the address.”
“Don’t worry about it. I have all your details at theclub.”
So, that was how he’d foundher.
He released the back of the chair and straightened to his full domineering height. “I’ll see you tonight, Ella, and I’ll bring dinner.”
Dinner? Like adate?
He pulled a wallet from his back pocket and retrieved a ten-dollar bill. “For the coffee.”
“I don’t want your money.” She didn’t even want his conversation. All she was willing to gain from her time with him was orgasms.
“Thanks.” He encroached, putting her on edge. His aftershave danced around her, the slightest scent of sexuality teasing her senses. “I guess I’ll pay you back tonight.”
She wouldn’t shudder. She refused. “We’llsee.”
“Yeah.” His eyes danced, devilish, predatory, and so damn cocky. “Wewill.”
