Page 4 of The Passion

When I want something, I take it!

“Then we are on the same page, my lady.” He sits back up straight and takes his hands off me.

“Felisha, call me Felisha.” Picking up my scotch, I take one last gulp instead of a sip, for a bit of courage, because something tells me Flynn might be the first man to come close to breaking me. “My car will take us to my room.”

“You don’t waste time, do you?” His voice is like hearing sex, with the shivers it keeps giving me.

“We aren’t nineteen. We both know what we want. I saw it in your eyes the moment you sat down.”

“Touché, and I tasted your sexual desire on my tongue.”

Damn, he’s good at this.

Understanding my instructions, he pushes back from me and stands to give me space to get off my bar stool. Taking a breath and making him wait a moment, I carefully place my feet on the ground and steady myself. Pulling my jacket from the stool beside me, I’m about to place it over my arm when his hand is on mine.

“Let me.” He takes it and places it over his arm instead. I lace the gold chain strap of my matching cream Gucci handbag over my shoulder as he takes my opposite hand and links it into the crook of his arm. Although it feels good to touch him, I don’t want to give anyone any ideas. I’m already running a huge risk with the intense flirting in the bar.

After all, we are business rivals, and we both know how dangerous it is for the media to find something to talk about.

My driver Imala never asks any questions or makes any comments, but I can see the look on her face that she tries to hide when she sees Flynn by my side as we step out from the large glass doors. My father often questions when I’m going to get a male driver, which I don’t bother even answering. She’s good at her job, and I know that if I ever needed her to defend me, she is a trained specialist, and I trust her to keep me safe.

Harper does all my hiring, and if she thought she was the right person for the job, that’s all I care about.

“The usual address, miss?” she asks from the front of the car after Flynn has opened the door and helped me to settle in.

“Thank you.” Even with the distance between us, I can still feel the fire that is simmering under the surface for both of us.

Riding in the back of my Mercedes in silence is what we both need.

I’m still rationalizing in my head if this is a smart move, to be naked with a man who will stand his ground in any boardroom to fight with me over a million-dollar deal. Or how he will watch me from his table at an awards night or conference where I am on stage speaking, and he will no longer have to imagine me naked.

Is this really what I want?

Will it give him an edge in the real world, just because I want to step off the treadmill of both our lives for an hour and just be me?

I’m still torn, but my body is aching to be touched as we take the elevator to the top floor of our hotel to my private suite.

Pinning my shoulders back as I exit the elevator, I decide that I am entitled to live a life away from the chaos. I make my own choices, and I want this guy and all his manly pheromones to lay me out on my bed and make me see stars.

Well, at least I hope he will.

What if he is all talk and his cockiness is just for show?

Is that why he’s still single at his age? But before I let my brain get away with trying to analyze the man who is two steps behind me, it hits me that he could be thinking the same about me.

I choose to be single.

And from all the gossip I hear about Flynn, he thoroughly enjoys being single.

Standing at the door to my suite, I swipe my card, and hearing the lock disengage triggers my heart to start beating harder.

Opening the door, I stop before Flynn has a chance to enter behind me. Rotating, I stand still.

“Whatever happens inside this room, we will never talk about again. No details will leave this room, and if I hear one tiny whisper that you have told another soul, I will hunt you downand make your life miserable. Agreed?” I hold my hand out to shake on it like I would any business deal to seal a contract.

Because that’s what this is, an agreement of mutual benefit. We both get what we want and then continue with our lives.

That eyebrow twitch has started again, which is very interesting. Does he find me attractive when I’m assertive? Most men cower away from me or try to come over the top of me, failing every time.

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