Page 30 of The Devil's Deal

“You’re right. Maybe I haven’t been around the right type of woman yet.” His gaze slinks over my breasts, his deep, gravelly voice slicing through all of my clothes, landing right in between my thighs. “So how about I start now?”

Time for me to get out of here before I really do invite him to my office. Did I mention it’s soundproof?

“I should really be going,” I mutter under my breath but loud enough for him to hear, too turned on to get my legs to move.

His tongue darts out, swiping over his lower lip as his eyes tangle with mine. I can’t look away. His carnal prowess over my body is a magnetism I can’t shake.

He leans in, his breath warm over my lips.

Intoxicating.

“Stay.” The word is silkier than his gaze, caressing me with a burst of flames, heating me from the inside. “I know you want to.”

I scoff at his advances, not wanting him to see a bend in my armor.

“I’m gonna go now. I have a club to run, in case you haven’t noticed. Make sure you’re a good little boy and don’t do what the other one did. I wouldn’t want to mess up that pretty face.”

He chuckles in response. “You think I’m pretty, huh?”

His eyes zero in on my mouth and he clenches his jaw, enhancing the hollows beneath his cheekbones. And that jawline? Sharp and etched to perfection. I want to run the tip of my finger over the stubble there.

“Please. Like you don’t know you’re attractive.” My eyes roll teasingly.

He smirks. “It’s nice to hear it from a beautiful woman.”

I pop a brow like I’m bored, but I’m smiling internally. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“May I buy you a drink?”

“Nope. I’m on the clock and I don’t drink.”

“I just saw you down a shot.” He grins. “You’re not as good at lying as you are at punching men, are you?”

I shrug a shoulder, the corner of my mouth curling up with a barely there smile.

“Come on, one drink.” He runs his large hand over the back of his neck, his silver watch—which I suspect is a Rolex—on full display. “I won’t take too much of your time. I’ll even make it a virgin.”

“I’m not much of a virgin…drinker.”

A smile tugs on his lips before he leans in, so close I can hear his breaths and feel them wisping over that sensitive spot below my ear. “Well, then Ipromiseto make it extra dirty.”

I suck in a breath. His words reach inside me, filling me with all kinds of terribly inappropriate, yet equally delicious thoughts.

Did I just pant? Oh, fuck me. I just panted like a damn virgin, didn’t I?

My toes curl within the confines of my boots. The idea of sleeping with him doesn’t sound so bad now.

He pulls back, his lids hooded with the same desire coursing through me. “So, about that drink…”

My pulse races while he continues to stare, as though he’s thinking about just how dirty we could be together. As though we’re alone and he’s already undressing me.

A frazzled exhale slips out from my lips. “Fine. One drink. That’s it.”

He chuckles dryly. “We’ll see.”

What the hell does that mean?

But I don’t ask. I’ll survive for one drink with my sexy stranger, and then I’ll never see him again. Unless he becomes a regular, and in that case, we’re definitely fucking. I can only behave for so long.

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