Page 9 of Dirty Little Sins

Liar.

Oh how I wanted to slap that inner voice for her treachery. Bitch could stick it where the sun didn't shine for all I cared.

Before I could come up with a proper response, the elevator across from my suite softly dinged and the doors swished silently open.

"Going down?" he asked.

I nearly whimpered. Hand to God. All I could do was shake my head because no way in hell was I getting into an enclosed space with this man. Hate be damned. I couldn't be trusted alone with him.

I'd either fuck him or kill him and there was about a fifty percent chance of that going either way.

"Beautiful. We should talk. If I didn't have someone waiting for me I'd take you to breakfast now. How about we meet for a drink later?"

That simple question made something click as all the desire coursing through my body instantly evaporated. Drinks? Was he kidding me?

We weren't on any level that would make it okay to have drinks. He was insane if that's what he thought.

"No," I hissed. "We are not old friends meeting to catch up and we will not be having drinks or anything else together. So get that out of your head right now. There's a reason I haven't returned any of your calls and you damn well know what it is."

Suddenly I needed to get away from him more than I needed my next breath. But my room key was somewhere on the floor with the rest of my purse contents and I was afraid to take my eyes off of him.

"You can't hide from me forever. At least give me a chance to explain and apologize."

My mouth dropped open at the cavalier tone of his voice like what he'd done to me could be wiped away with an explanation and a simple apology."

"You can take your apology and stick it up your as—"

I didn't get to finish that last word because he'd grabbed me around the waist and pulled me against his body at the same time his mouth claimed mine.

Hard, demanding lips that reminded me just how much he liked to be in charge and just how much I'd liked it when he took control, devoured me.

I raised my palms to push him away and instead when they connected with the searing heat of his chest, I sighed, opening my mouth enough for his tongue to sweep inside.

My head spun at the heady sensation of his hard body pressed to mine as he took and took and took. I stopped short at completely kissing him back, but I also made no other move to stop him.

Only when he pulled back and stared down at me with heat in his eyes did I even take a breath. I could feel the swell of my lips as his fingers reached up to touch me there.

"Meet me this afternoon at four o'clock. There is a quiet bar at the end of this hall. It will be private, but not so private as to make you uncomfortable. Then we can figure this out."

I managed to shake my head, but no words accompanied it. And of course he ignored it. Because he would.

He took several steps away from me, entering the elevator while still facing me. "Four o'clock. I will see you then. Ciao."

I was still standing there mute as the doors closed and he disappeared from my life once again as easily as he'd entered it.

As my body reveled in the contact high from his touch, the rest of me filled with shame. I had no business feeling anything other than hatred for Vincent Cabrini and if I had to remind myself of what a deceitful dirt bag he was every minute of the day, that's what I would do. Until I got it through my thick head once and for all.

He could not be trusted.

He'd used me.

He'd helped my ex-husband blackmail me.

And if he thought I was meeting him this afternoon or any other time for drinks, he'd lost his fucking mind.

Fuck.

Fuck.

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