Page 21 of The Enforcer

His laugh was laced with darkness. “Unfortunately, I had pressing business back in Greece.”

“Yes, it would seem. Thank you for the flowers.”

“A small token of my appreciation, but as I mentioned, not nearly enough.”

“Beautiful and much appreciated.”

“Have dinner with me.”

I could hear Emily’s breath glitch. “I’m here with work colleagues and have other plans.”

He took a step closer, so much so there were inches away from our heated bodies. “Perhaps you misunderstood me, Valencia. I’m not asking. I’m demanding.”

CHAPTER 7

Christos

Alluring.

Exciting.

Breathtaking.

I’d used more adjectives about the woman strapped in the seat beside me than I had about any of those I’d dated over the years. Valencia Laurant was the entire package, so much so the moment I’d locked eyes on hers, I knew I wouldn’t allow her to get away a second time.

With the club opening on the next night, I should be at the location, ensuring everything went off without a hitch.

Yet here I was heading to dinner after insisting she join me.

And I wouldn’t have allowed her to refuse.

My thoughts had turned extremely carnal, so much so my cock was already aching and my balls were tighter than usual. Fewwomen had that direct effect on me, at least not until I was ready to enjoy fucking them and leaving.

I’d perfected that style, but my playboy methods wouldn’t work on someone of Valencia’s nature. Plus, she was a sweet foil package wrapped in ribbon that needed to be savored before being opened very slowly.

“You’re very demanding,” she stated, as if that was something I didn’t already know.

“Always. Especially when collecting the things I desire.”

“I’m not your possession, Christos. I don’t belong to anyone.”

I chuckled as I fastened the seatbelt. “Duly noted.”

“And meant for you to keep in mind. This is a one-time acquiescence.”

“Is it so repulsive for you to spend time with me?”

Valencia finally settled into the seat, turning her head to gaze in my direction. “That remains to be seen.”

“Fair enough. Then I guess I will need to be on my best behavior.”

Her slight laugh was controlled. “Do you always travel in style?” she asked as soon as I revved the engine. “Fast sports cars. Expensive suits. I’m surprised you don’t have an entourage given the way the women were feasting with their eyes.”

“Who says I don’t have an entourage? And I always travel in style. What would you prefer?” I shifted my attention to the stunning beauty in the passenger seat, surprised that fate had brought us together. After glancing into the rearview mirror, I pulled out of the parking spot.

“I don’t know. I always enjoyed seeing a man on a horse.”

She had a frank yet fresh approach to everything. I could tell she didn’t appreciate her advice being taken lightly either. “I’ve ridden one a time or two, but I doubt using a horse as my main method of travel would be expeditious.”

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