Page 8 of Arrogant Playboy

“Romance books, is it like porn?” Because if it is that is something I can get behind.

Rosie rolls her eyes as if she’s heard that question a million times. “Are they spicy? Yes, but porn they are not,” she answers bluntly.

I might have hit a nerve there, ease back a little. “Like how spicy?”

“Depends, but they can get spicy,very spicy,” she answers with a shrug as if it’s no big deal.

“Ever role-played then?”

Rosie stills. “That seems like a rather inappropriate question don’t you think?”

“My dick has been inside of you. I think we are past inappropriate, don’t you?”

She gasps at my words before those cheeks blossom pink again. “Would you stop throwing that night in my face? Whatever you’re selling, I’m not interested.”

“Could have fooled me.”

“I’m sure you flutter those blues and women fall at your feet,” she says, rolling her eyes yet again.

“I’m doing it now, but you appear to not be falling,” I tease.

“Falling for bullshit,” she snips and then covers her mouth. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Rosie, relax. You won’t be in trouble for calling me out. It’s not the first time I’ve heard it.”

The waiter brings over our drinks interrupting our chat. Rosie grabs hers and takes a large gulp.

“So back to these books.” I chuckle as I take a sip of my scotch.

“I’m not answering any more questions about them,” she snips.

“Fine, I’ll change the subject. Are you seeing anyone?”

Rosie glares at me from across the table. “You seriously think I would have been with you if I was seeing someone. I’m not a cheat.” She huffs. It’s good to know she is against cheating, that is my non-negotiable. I saw my father do it to my mother their entire marriage and watched the way it destroyed her. I will not do it nor have someone do it to me. I am not opposed to having fun with a partner at The Paradise Club, but I’ve never dated anyone I’ve wanted to take there.

I shake my head. “No, I don’t think you would have slept with me if you were dating someone.” Rosie relaxes a little. “It’s been weeks thought you could have met someone since.”

Her brows pull together as those green eyes narrow on me angrily. “You think I just fall into bed with men I meet, do you?”

“No, of course I don’t, you don’t seem like that, especially since you mentioned that night, I was your first one-night stand.”

“And it was the truth.”

“I’m sure it was. What I’m asking is do you think I can get a second night?”

Rosie’s mouth falls open in surprise at my comment. “This isn’t a date.”

“I wouldn’t bring you here if this were one, I would plan something nicer,” I tell her.

“I’m not interested in dating, I’m focused on my career.”

“What about sex then, if you’re not into having hookups?” I press.

Rosie stares at me, those long, dark lashes blinking slowly. “I don’t need it.”

“Let me guess, you probably have a powerful vibrator.”

“Is this a French thing talking so openly about sex?” she asks through gritted teeth.

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