Page 104 of Shade
I shrug, smiling, and remove my hand from her thigh. “Call him back over here. I’ll order you some more wine. Or. . . you could suck on your shirt. Pretty sure there’s enough on you to equal another glass.”
Glancing down at her shirt that’s now dry, her eyes slowly glide back up to mine. “Why’d you do that?”
“He’s being disrespectful,” I point out. “If anyone is going to fuck you in the bathroom, it’ll be me.”
“You’re pretty confident there, buddy.” She snorts, rolling her eyes. “But it’snothappening.”
Did I hear that correctly? Did she honestly shoot down the idea of me and her in the bathroom? “What? Are you actually saying you wouldn’t meet me in the bathroom if I asked? And just so we’re clear, I didn’t. I only suggested it.”
I’m offered a glare. The hottest glare I’ve actually ever seen. The way her beautiful blue eyes squint, the way her lips thin out into an unamused line. . . all a fucking turn on. “I’m saying no, if you, you know, hypothetically asked.”
Tiller and Roan laugh behind us, but I’m too shocked to tell them to fuck off.
I stare at Scarlet. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
She’s going to give into me eventually.
How can she not?
Men like a challenge. Even me. Fuck, especially me. I’m impulsive by nature, and when I want to do something, or someone in this case, I tend to act on it right away.
How do you think I’m going to act now?
I can certainly be a needy bastard with a personal assistant, can’t I? There are a lot of things I do for myself that in reality, someone of my status can easily push off to an assistant, right?
The longer I’m staring at her, the more I realize I’ve seen her before. The curls at least. But then again, I’ve been staying at the hotel for years, so I probably saw her at some point while in town.
I don’t give much thought to it.
“Why are you staring at me?” Her eyes flicker up, meeting mine.
“No reason.” I smirk arrogantly and tilt my head to one side. She looks. . . familiar, doesn’t she?
I know her. At least I think I do, but I can’t place from where. Maybe I saw her at the hotel a time or two. I study her again, scrutinizing her with renewed interest. She’s beautiful, that’s for sure, but it’s her serious face that draws my attention to her pink lips and the tongue ring I know she has.
It’s really fucking annoying that she’s not responding to my efforts to gain her attention.
My pride? Taking a fucking beating here. It’s not every day a woman ignores my flirting.
This woman makes me feel uncomfortable and exposed. I hate it.
