Page 15 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

It dripped from his pores. It was in his stride, in the way he moved. He walked like he owned the room. A man like that would probably rip her in two. She wasn’t ready for what he was toting, which was why she chose him as her target.

A one-minute conversation was all he was getting from her. After her minute was up, she could walk away from him forever.

“Him,” she said to Meka.

“Nice choice. Go get him, tigress.”

Tigress? She felt more like a lamb heading to its slaughter. With a nod, Monique headed in the guy’s direction. He’d unbuttoned his suit jacket, taken a seat at the bar, and ordered a drink by the time she reached him.

His drink arrived at the same time she did. There wasn’t a vacant stool near him. Feeling self-conscious, she leaned against the bar for support as she faced him. When their gazesconnected, it was like a bolt of lightning struck her, zigzagging from the top of her head to her clit.

What the hell was that?Monique took a deep breath and released it slowly while trying to play it cool. That only made things worse. She breathed in his cologne. Though she didn’t know the scent, it was almost as intoxicating as he was.

A sense of familiarity crept over her as she stared into his handsome face. She’d seen him somewhere before. However, she couldn’t place where she’d seen that chiseled jawline and those striking dark green eyes. When he smiled at her, she instantly forgot the lines she’d rehearsed while at the other lounge.

“Have a seat,” he told her, then licked his lips.

Her gaze dropped to his mouth. There wasn’t another seat available. Was he insinuating that he wanted her to sit there? On his lips? A surge of arousal zipped through her body, shocking her with its intensity.

It had been so long since she’d sat on someone’s face. With all the ass she had now, she’d probably smother him. But with sexy lips like those, she’d be willing to take that charge. And if he survived, he’d probably keep her coming all night long.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, voice like velvet wrapping around her body.

She blinked rapidly.Damn it. She’d been daydreaming.

“I, uh.” What to say? “Smothering you. I was thinking about smothering you.”

His gaze narrowed. “You were thinking of smothering me?”

“What? No. Yes. I don’t mean to death,” she rushed to clarify, not wanting him to think she was a serial killer. “I-I wasn’t thinking of murdering you. I was thinking that if I sat on your face, I’d smother you. That kind of smother.”

For a while, he just stared at her. Then he burst out laughing. What was so funny? It took a second for the words she’d justblurted out to sink in.OH. MY. GOSH.What was wrong with her? Why had she said that out loud? Where was a sinkhole when you needed one?

Embarrassed beyond belief, she muttered, “I’m sorry. I’m, uh, I’m going to go find my friends.”

She turned to walk away. He grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him. Standing between his legs with her side pressed against his front, Monique tried to keep her knees from buckling.

“I’m not one who can be killed easily,” he whispered in her ear, breath caressing her earlobe. “So, don’t worry about smothering me. Also...” he leaned back a fraction. His heated gaze roamed over her. “If you’d like to sit all of that on my face, you can. I can handle it. I promise.”

Monique was embarrassed as hell. And wet. She couldn’t leave that part out. She was dripping wet. It wasn’t only his sexy words that had her wet. It was the tone he’d uttered them in. His voice was deep, dark, and sensual.

He could say,“Bitch, get the fuck away from me,”and even that would sound sexy. But he hadn’t said that. Instead, he’d told her he could handle her sitting all of her ass on his face. Her cheeks heated in embarrassment – both sets.

That same flush of heat flashed over her entire body, making her tingle in places that shouldn’t tingle in public. This man was a walking red flag. Fear kicked in, causing warning sirens to blare loudly in her mind.

Fight or flight?Which would she choose? Everything in her screamed for her to run away from him. It screamed that though she was ready to be out and about, hanging with her friends, she was still in a fragile state.

It screamed that she wasn’t the type to give her body to someone before she gave them her heart. It screamed she’d only been divorced for six months. Her heart and confidence hadbeen battered and were still healing from the wounds her ex had inflicted.

Therefore, she needed to retreat to the safety net that was her besties. That was the safest and most logical thing for her to do. Yet, the ever-logical, sometimes shy Monique Rose ignored the flags and warning signs and chose not to flee.

She’d followed the rules all her life, and look where it had gotten her. She’d been the obedient daughter and the studious student. Yet, when she’d wanted to continue her studies and get her master’s degree, her family urged her to settle down with her husband.

So, she’d become the loving and nurturing wife she was expected to be. She’d given all she’d had to give while accepting very little in return. Instead of appreciating it, her husband had taken it all and left her almost depleted, with barely enough love and energy for herself.

Ugh!Why was she still wasting energy on that bastard? Tonight was not the night for that. She was done focusing on Trevor. Instead, she focused her energy somewhere else. She stared into the stranger’s piercing eyes and ignored the warning signs his entire presence gave off. He smiled.

What did he do that for? Monique smiled back. What was she doing? Was she really flirting with him? As in,real flirting, not because of the dare, but because she wanted to? He stood. She went to take a step back.

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