Page 68 of David

With her, though, I want to see more. Uncover more.

She keeps quiet while I fill up her glass.

“What’s your name?” I ask, and her eyes focus, arched eyebrows highlighting her contemplative gaze.

She has brown eyes, dark eyelashes, and a pouty mouth.Her skin is smooth and rolls with delicacy over her sculpted cheekbones.

A turned-up nose and kissable lips make her look safe and adorable, but I know better than that.

She looks at me as if she’s won a prize and doesn’t want to ruin it somehow.

I clink my glass against hers and take a sip.

There must be a good fifteen–year age gap between us.

And she must be… A student, I suppose? A dancer? An athlete?

For the first time this evening, dirty thoughts spin in my head. As homely and sweet as she looks, I have this vision of her hair wrapped around my fist and those lips hostage to my pleasure.

She’d squirm and moan under my frame, wet and trembling.

Too bad she’s Thea’s cousin.

She’s still looking at me.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Elizabeth Fox.”

Beautiful name.

“You can call me Liz when it’s only the two of us.”

I nod, encouraging her to continue.

“I’m listening,” I say. “What do you know about me?”

It’s been a while since I asked someone that question.

“I know you run the club.”

She stops abruptly.

“That’s it?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Her lips are pressed together as she stares at me.

I find her mesmerizing with her piercing eyes and innocent looks.

“And that was the biggest deterrent for you?”

“No. The fact that you’re friends with James. Wait… A deterrent from what?”

I give her a lazy smile.

“For not wanting me,” I say.

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