“Wet work.” She chokes and spits out some of her wine.
I pass her some napkins and clean up the spill on the bartop.
“You’re an assassin?!” She whispers hisses, looking around us to make sure we aren’t causing another scene.
“Of vaginas, yes.” I enjoy her reactions entirely way too much.
Her large eyes widened more, and her cheeks glowed pink.
This woman could become my newest addiction and cure the aching hole I feel. That should scare the shit out of me, but it doesn’t.
It feels like hope, and that is a dangerous emotion.
“What?” She laughs at me until she seems to see I’m serious.
“It’s wet work. If done correctly. Should I show you?” I lean into her slightly.
“I think I need any other drink.” She refills her glass and then shakes the empty bottle.
“Or you could let me drink you. I promise there isn’t an alcohol or drug on this planet that will compare to the high I’d give you.” The bottle slips from her fingers, and I catch it before it crashes to the floor.
“Jesus,” She whispers at my words or my reflexes.
Either way, she seems impressed, and that goes straight to my ego, which needs no stroking.
“Not my name, gorgeous, but I’ll let it slide. Christ, Lord, and God are also acceptable, until you know my name.” I know hers since the asshole who chased her into my life wouldn’t stop saying it, but I need her to ask me mine.
So I prompt her and grin when she takes the bait.
“Who the fuck are you?” The word fuck causes my dick to throb.
“Maddox Deacon.” I offer my hand to her and enjoy the way she hesitates, but finally, she slips hers into mine.
I gently rub the inside of her wrist with my long fingers.
“You say that like I should know it already.” She tries to pull away, but I’m not ready to let her go yet, so I pull her into me and whisper into her ear.
“Well, you should since I’m going to father your children.” Where the fuck did that come from?
“Excuse me?” She glances at the empty wine bottle, which gives me a chance to get my shit together.
“Come now, Dove, don’t play coy. You sat your fine ass down at this bar, looking for someone to change your life. I’m that man.” I guess I’m going for broke tonight.
I watch her reactions closely. Confusion is followed by understanding, and then her eyes are filled with resolve. I decided right there and then that this is the look I want her to have on her face forever.
And it’s my fucking job to ensure it stays there.
“Rather sure of yourself, Mr. Deacon,” She smirks at me.
“Mmm, that won’t do at all. Let me prove it to you.” Her doubt of my abilities ends tonight.
“How?” She whispers the word.
“When was the last time that a man made you come?” She shakes her head at my words.
“That’s none of your business.” She finishes the last bit of wine and picks up her phone.
“Humor me, please.” I cover her hand and phone screen with mine, drawing her eyes back to me, where I want them forever.
