Page 30 of Tempt Me

It seemed to take much longer than usual to wrestle my hair into my long blonde wig. I tugged on a pair of white court shoes with eight-inch gold spike heels that I could use to poke into his eyeballs should the need arise.

I glanced in the mirror and, satisfied that all traces of Jane were gone, I grabbed my bag, double-checked that the condoms were in there, and headed for the door.

The Hot Horizon Hotel was very quiet as I rode the elevator up to Corben’s floor and then strolled to his room. I put my ear to his door and was surprised to hear yelling. It took me a moment to realize it was the television. Number Eighteen was awake.

This was a rare treat for me; many of the men I’d visited so far this year had been asleep when I’d knocked on their doors.

I scooped some of my long blond bangs over to my front, careful not to cover my cleavage, thrust my shoulders backward, enhancing my boobs, and knocked three times on the door.

The television was adjusted down in volume, and after a few thumping heartbeats, the door opened.

My second impression of Corben didn’t disappoint. He wore a pair of black track pants that hung loosely on his hips; a white drawstring was the only thing keeping the pants in place. Even in this relaxed state, his muscles screamed for my attention.

I cleared my throat. “Someone told me there was a smoking-hot guy up here.” I made a show of glancing up and down his body. “They were right.”

He chuckled and ran his hand over his thick black hair. “Really?” He said it sarcastically.

“Yes.” I cocked my head. “Really.”

“Well, now that you found him, what’s your plan?”

I flicked my hair over my shoulder. “I was hoping this smoking-hot guy would like some company.”

He stepped aside. “That could be arranged.”

I strode past him and enjoyed the lingering scent of his cologne again. Some kind of football match played out on the television, but thankfully, the volume was low enough that it wasn’t painful. I hooked my bag onto the back of his dining chair and turned to him.

Corben stood between me and the now closed door, hands on hips, legs slightly apart, a cocky grin on his face.

“I’ve got an offer for you,” I said as I grabbed his stubby of beer off the coffee table.

“Go on.”

“May I?” I indicated at the beer.

He nodded, and I took a sip. It was bloody awful, but I tried not to pull a face. I had no idea why I did that . . . beer was not my thing.

I put the bottle down and looked at him again. He still hadn’t moved.

“You don’t say much, do you?”

“I don’t think you’re here for conversation.” His eyelids lowered, and he gave me a cocky, knowing look.

“Okay then. Here’s the deal. I have ten minutes; do you think you can fuck me stupid in that time?”

Holy shit!

I can’t believe I said that.

Chapter Ten

Corben strode to me. “I reckon I can fuck you in that time frame.”

I palmed his chest as he neared, then slid my hand down, feeling the concrete abs beneath his hairless torso. “I have some rules, though.”

“Of course you do.” He rolled his eyes.

“I don’t like rough. I don’t kiss. And I’m in charge.”

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