Page 6 of Tempting Him

“Aleksander.”

I smile. “Aleksander. That’ll sound good later.” I give him a wink, and for the first time since I sat down, his stern face twitches in what is almost a grin.

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“You don’t feelbad for leaving your friends?” he asks.

“Not my friends,” I say with a shrug. “Well, one of them is. I don’t know the others.”

“So, you don’t know the people who are getting married?”

“Nope.”

“Then why are you here?”

I laugh. “My friend invited me, and I’m not really one to turn down a night out.”

He takes a sip of his bourbon, his eyes trained on me. “And yet you’ve resigned yourself to this table with me. As far away from the fun as possible.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I think we could have some fun if we wanted.”

“What makes you think I’m into men?”

“If you weren’t you’d have sent me on my way by now.”

“Hmm.”

“So, why are you here all alone?” I ask, leaning forward.

“Just trying to relax after a long day at work.”

“You came straight here after you got off?” I ask, eyeing the tie around his neck. I could use that later.

“Yeah.”

I finish my second drink and get right to it. “You got a place we can go back to?”

He rotates his wrist, the remaining liquid in his glass swirling around as he pins me in place with an intense gaze. “You seem like you’re used to getting your way.”

I give him a smirk. “I guess I am.”

“Well, I’m used to getting my way, too. And I have a feeling I’ve been on this earth a lot longer than you, so we’re going to need to get something straight.” I stare back at him, anxious and somewhat eager to hear what he has to say. “What happens tonight will only be what I allow. You’ll get what you want, with my permission. You’ll do what I say. And when the sun comes up, you’ll never see me again.”

A thrill of excitement runs through me. I’ve never been with someone so authoritative, and though I never gave it much thought, I think I might like it. He’s right, I’m used to getting my way. I typically control everything that happens in the bedroom. I’m the alpha in the situation, always. In this case, we may have a war of wills between us, but if it’s just one night, I guess I can relent.

“Got it.”

“Good. Let’s go.”

He stands up and snatches his suit jacket off the chair, then reaches for his wallet and drops a hundred dollar bill on the table before marching to the door.

With a glance back at the bar, I spot Dom and give him a wink. He shakes his head, a grin on his lips.

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I don’t payattention to where we’re going until we’re standing in front of a sky high hotel building.

“You live in a hotel?” I question as we walk through the glass doors. “Or is this what you do for your one-night stands, because you actually have a wife and kid back home?”

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