"I've never really felt so..." her voice trailed off. "I like the way you look at me. Like I'm the only girl in the room. No one's evermade me feel desired like that before. I know we don't have that much in common. But I can't stop thinking about you either."
I have you right where I want you."It's called sexual chemistry, baby."
She shifted in her seat as she crossed her legs together. It was obvious that she wanted me. But tonight I was going to play the game like she wanted me to. I wasn't going to touch her at all. Not even a kiss goodnight. She'd be begging me in no time at all. I'd have to add the taking it slow route to my playbook.
"I just have to ask. That thing you do for your father's employees. What is it exactly?"
"It's nothing important. I'm trying to start my own ad agency. So I need the extra money. It's not a big deal."
"That's ambitious."
"Does that surprise you?"
"Not at all, actually. And I get it. I could use some extra money myself."
"Would you rather this be an audition?"
She gulped. "An audition for what?"
"Well, I could always use someone like you on my roster."
"What?"
"Bee...I'm joking." Men would pay a lot for her. But I wanted her for myself.
"Oh," she laughed.
"Now I have to ask. What exactly did Patrick tell you?"
"He made it seem like you were kind of...I don't know, like a pimp."
Fitting."Do I look like a pimp to you? Am I wearing a purple fur coat with a cane?"
"No."
"There you go."
