Page 56 of Savage Bosses

She glanced at her companion. Whether for permission or reassurance, I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t like it. Permission came from me and none other.

“Thank you,” she said.

“See, no names needed.”

Zoerina smiled. It was carefree and for a moment it hid the hint of insecurity I sensed beneath the surface. She’d caught me off guard once with my unexpected reaction to her appearance in the Den, but I wouldn’t allow a second opportunity. Men in my position and power couldn’t afford to let our guard fall or misjudge the people in our company. Before the night was over, I’d make sure Zoerina Prince no longer intrigued me.

“What will you have?”

“A piña colada, please.”

She liked her drinks sweet with more fruit than alcohol. I waved the bartender over and relayed her order. Before long, she was twirling the umbrella in her glass and I was caught in the loop of her swirl.

“You’re not wearing a mask,” she said.

I didn’t intend to stay.

“I’m not running for public office nor do I care who sees me fuck.” My family lived in Dubai and while my parents would take issue with me holding membership at such an establishment, my older brother couldn’t care less.

Zoerina coughed.

I liked that I’d shocked her. Her reaction drew me closer to the innocence I sensed earlier.

“Is that why you’re here?”

“Isn’t that why we’re all here, to have our fantasies fulfilled?” I countered, then asked, “Are you here for him or you?”

“I’m here for us.” The smile that followed ‘us’ wasn’t as convincing as the last.

She slyly evaded my question but I wasn’t deterred. “Do you want me to whisk you away from your friend—”

“My boyfriend.”

“A shame.” I wasn’t intimidated in the least, nor did I have any interest in the idiot who would send his woman my way.

“I don’t want to be taken anywhere.” Her breath caught on her words. “He…he wants…” She shifted to look at her boyfriend, but I placed a finger under her chin, returning her gaze to me.

“I don’t give a fuck what he wants. What do you want, Zoerina?” Using her name had the desired effect. She didn’t shift away from my touch and her gaze focused on me.

“I want him to watch,” she said quietly.

“Is he participating?”

“No!” She brushed her hair back. “Just watching.”

I dropped my hand from her face and observed her curiously. Her boyfriend would share her but he wouldn’t participate. If Zoerina belonged to me, I would want to see the pleasure on her parted lips and hear the whimper in her voice as she soared to her climax, more so if this was her first time indulging in fantasy play. I was almost sure the Den scene wasn’t part of her lifestyle. But what did I know, where women were concerned, I’d been deceived before. “His loss.” I shrugged.

She stared into her drink. “Is that a yes?”

“It’s a maybe,” I said, knowing damn well nothing short of her rejection would stop me from tasting her, fucking her, and quenching all my curiosity about her. Without regret, that was exactly what I intended.

“You don’t mind?” Her voice held an enthusiastic note.

“As long as you’re promising pleasure.” I held her gaze. “Are you promising mutual pleasure, Zoerina?”

She hesitated.

And I challenged her. “Perhaps you should find someone else.” I sat my drink down intending to leave. I meant what I said, I didn’t give a damn about her boyfriend and certainly, I didn’t care about his entertainment, but I did care if the woman I slept with enjoyed herself.

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