Page 131 of Strange Seduction
The man beside me squinted at the polished plaque detailing the specs and credits of the display.
“Clayton, huh? I thought he only did hotels.”
“Clayton did this?” Martin asked, half-shocked. “I thought he retired.”
“It’s his son.”
“The emo?”
I bit back a laugh.
Martin turned toward the crowd. “Hey Craig—come take a look at what Clayton’s kid is working on!”
And just like that, the table became ground zero for a full-on pissing contest. A swarm of buttoned-up men circled the model, voices climbing over one another in debate. Shouting. Gesturing. Arguing over design theory like they hadn’t ignored it five minutes ago. A whole testosterone-fueled, big-wallet dick-measuring contest—and I wanted absolutely no part of it.
Then someone shouted over the chaos: “Where’s Clayton? Tell him to get his ass over here!”
Perfect.
My job was done.
I turned to slip away, heels clicking toward the bar, when a hand caught my arm. I didn’t even need to look to know it was him.
Theo leaned in, breath warm at my ear. “I’m gonna fuck youso hardwhen we get home.”
I turned to meet his eyes, lips twitching with amusement. “Promise?”
He grinned.
And I walked off, hips swaying, already counting down the minutes.
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After all the projects were pitched and investors had staked their claims, the energy in the room began to settle. The crowd thinned, conversations softened, and the DJ slowed the music into something background-worthy.
The party was winding down.
I was five glasses of champagne deep and officially horny.
Theo looked so damn good commanding that group of investors earlier. His voice was smooth, and that presence was impossible to ignore. I kept replaying the way he took control.
I wanted that. Wantedhim, all over me.
All the hard work was done. The company’s proposals were funded. His personal project had been claimed. The checks were written. The ink was dry.
Now?I just wanted to go home.
I made my way through the thinning crowd toward where he stood, surrounded by three men I vaguely recognized from his office. Couldn’t tell you their names, though. Didn’t care to remember them.
I reached up and tapped Theo’s shoulder.
“Can we go now?” I asked, not bothering to lower my voice. “I wanna have sex.”
His eyes shot wide like I swore in church. His hand gripped my arm instantly, and he guided me a few steps away from the group.
“You know, you’re louder than you think you are,” he hissed under his breath.
I shrugged. “I don’t care. I’m drunk, I’m hot, and my panties are soaked. Call the car.”
