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A whirlwind day to distract from having to dip my toe in the businessman waters again.
A guaranteed trip back.
A membership to a bona fide sex club.
And, a shopping trip thrown in, presumably all-expenses paid.
But the part I find surprisingly bracing is his casual acknowledgment that we’re done after that. No contact, and should I one day wander into his sex club, it will be on my own dime and time.
Fair enough.
“Will we have sex again?” I wonder. I’m shocked by how much I’m hoping for a yes. A chance to experience him again and give my fellatio skills another go. A chance to see what might lurk beneath his invisible mask.
“No,” he says, dashing my hopes. “I don’t mean to offend you, but I don’t think you’re my type. I hope I didn’t give you the wrong impression.”
I wince. His rejection hurts more than it should, though it certainly explains a lot. His amusement. The invisible wall. The fact that he stopped short of handcuffing me just to keep me off his cock. There certainly is a bit of irony to it, though. I started this night uninterested, only now I can’t get his smirk out of my head. Or those eyes. Or his scent…
Leaving now would be the smart, responsible thing to do.
“What would my shopping budget be?” I ask him instead.
He chuckles. “The sky is the limit.”
Somehow, I keep my eyes from bugging out. Humming in contemplation, I tap my chin, thinking it over. “Tempting, tempting…”
“But you still aren’t sold?” He rolls over and captures my chin, making me face him. Eyes glittering like coals, he takes me in from my hair all the way down to my still curling toes. “What can I do to seal the deal?”
I sigh, suddenly exhausted. The alcohol is finally taking its toll on my brain, dulling my senses and making me sluggish. Finding the strength to answer him at all is a challenge, but one I feel obligated to accept. “Fine. Tell me what about me changed your mind.”
Because hehadbeen interested. I could tell from the way he looked at me in the bar—that quick, fleeting glance when I started to walk away.
“You don’t like redheads? My tits are too small?” I fondle said tits morosely. “I can handle it. Promise.” I lift my pinky in solemn solidarity.
“Don’t take it personally,” he scolds while propping his chin on his fist. The elevated position allows him to stare down on me, unreadable as my eyelids grow heavier by the second. “Personal preference is no insult.”
“I know that.” I’m pouting, but I’m far too gone to care. “Still want to hear it, though.”
“You’re too unpredictable,” he says. “I prefer my trysts to be…uncomplicated.”
“That’s it?” I roll my eyes, and they wind up closing for good. I’m too exhausted to open them again. “Talk about a shitty reason.”
“Oh?”
“Yes,” I snap, suddenly irritated, though the word comes out a slurred mixture between a whine and sigh. “No onelikesthe predictable. It’s just that some men can’t handle not controlling everything from their lifestyle, to when they come. I’m talking from experience,” I add, in case he decides to challenge me.
But he doesn’t.
Confusion spurs me to muster up just enough strength to crack open one eye to observe him.
And I gasp. He’s angry. Truly, unashamedly angry. Fire crackles through his eyes, gathering in the corners of that supple mouth. I suck in a breath, recoiling.
“I don’t think you’d like how I handle the unpredictable,” he warns. My heart throbs in the face of it, my nerves zapping.
It’s the sexiest, most alarming thing I’ve ever seen.
And it’s the sight that haunts me as I finally pass out.
Chapter Five
