Page 17 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

“And I want you...” he started, then paused, mimicking her.

Smiling, she waited for him to finish his sentence.

When he didn’t, she asked, “You want me to what?”

“That’s it. I want you.”

This man!Another blush heated her cheeks. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d blushed this much. Neither could she remember the last time she’d felt this excited. She was enjoying their banter. She didn’t want it to end.

“Do you say this to all the ladies you meet at the bar?” Monique asked.

“If I say I don’t, will you believe me?”

She shook her head. He was too much of a smooth-talker for him not to be a playboy.

“I don’t,” he told her. “I promise.”

He sounded and appeared sincere. But she’d been lied to by a pig in sheep’s clothing before. She wouldn’t fall for the lies of a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

“I don’t know you. A stranger’s promise doesn’t hold much value,” she admitted.

“Then let’s stop being strangers.”

Whoa!How was she supposed to reply to that? Thankfully, the bartender arrived with their drinks, giving her a moment of reprieve. Sipping her cola, Monique tried to gather her thoughts while also trying to decipher the meaning behind his words.

Was he saying he wanted to get to know her better? Or was he saying he wanted a one-night stand? She was down for one and not the other. But how could she get him to clarify his statement without seeming super eager to cease being strangers with him?

From the corner of her eyes, she watched him sip his drink.Those lips.Monique squeezed her thighs together. His lips were things wet dreams were made of. No, this entire man was things wet dreams were made of.

“Relax,” he told her as he sat his drink back down on the counter.

“I am relaxed.”

His gaze dropped to her clenched thighs. He’d noticed. How?

“You can relax,” he continued. “I’m not going to bite.”

Monique chuckled. “Let me guess. Your next line will be,unless I ask you to, right?”

That line was old and lame. It had been circulating through bars and clubs ever since she was in her late teens and early twenties. Did women still swoon over those lines?

“I wouldn’t bite, even if you asked me to,” he told her.

Monique frowned. Was that his way of saying he wasn’t interested? Dude was sending mixed signals.

“I’ll only bite if youbegme to,” he explained.

Oh, really?!She rolled her eyes. “Good thing I’m not the begging type.”

She may be experiencing a dick drought, but she wasn’t desperate enough to beg for dick. A girl had to have her pride.

“Want to bet?” he asked.

Her gaze jerked back to his. “Huh?”

“You claim you’re not the begging type. However, I know I can make you beg. Do you want to see who’s right?”

Monique swallowed. What she wanted and what she needed were two separate things. Or were they?

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