Page 215 of The Sinner: James

A lustful grin tugs at my lips as I check her butt in the mirror.

My eyes dip to her mouth, a sly grin giving me away.

“What are you doing?” I murmur as she runs her hand down my hard dick.

She does it a few more times.

“I’m getting your attention.”

“You got that, babe. A long time ago,” I say, slipping my jacket on.

Running her hands down my chest, she gives me a quick once over.

“You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet,” she says, flashing a smile.

“And yet you’re paid to say that,” I retort, unable to push those harsh words back.

She jerks away, her face darkening, tears glinting in her eyes.

“Rain?”

I swing my arm to grab her.

Faster than me, she snatches the black gown from the chair and storms into the bathroom before slamming the door in my face.

“Rain?”

No answer. No sound.

Mumbling a curse, I move away from the door and pace to the window.

Pissed, I yank a cigarette out of my pocket and light it.

The smoke hardly takes the edge off.

The door opens a few moments later, prompting me to turn to her.

Evading my eyes, she saunters into the room.

The chiffon gown flows smoothly over her body, the big satin bow on her shoulder making her look like a fucking prize.

Her blonde hair shimmers in the dim light, her red lips, nails, and ruby-encrusted jewelry oozing timeless magic.

She doesn’t spare a glance in my direction, and I keep my mouth shut for a change.

I hold the satin mantle for her and drape it over her shoulders, the enticing scent of her perfume tickling my nostrils.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur, my hands resting on her shoulders, my lips buried in her hair. “It was a stupid joke,” I say.

She turns to me, her eyes glistening between her lashes.

“It wasn’t a joke, and you know it.”

“Then you must know how much I regret it.”

“Maybe,” she says in a mellow voice.

Her eyes soften as she brings her hand to my face and trails my lips with her fingers.

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