Page 86 of Crazy In Love
“Sheesh. You have a lot of questions for a guy who doesn’t do relationships.” She made yet another attempt to avoid the question.
“And you’re deflecting.”
Her eyes widened. “Fine. We go out a few times. We talk on the phone often. And then we decide to give the relationship a try, so we do the dirty deed.”
I leaned back in my chair, shaking my head. “That’s about as boring as it gets. No wonder it sucks. You’ve got all these expectations for everything outside of sex. Who wants to deal with that shit?”
“Umm… most people,” she said with a laugh. “Most people want to find someone. To have a partner. Aside from you, clearly.”
“I’m happy on my own. But that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy spending time with a woman.”
“Maybe that’s what I’ve been missing. A one-night stand. And you’d be the perfect person because, well, you’re… you. You’d be a great one to start with. Because I’m certainly not expecting anything here. Aside from all the things you mentioned earlier. Maybe I’ll like this, and then I can go on to find myself a lover in every city I visit moving forward.”
What the actual fuck is she talking about?
“Not sure that was a compliment, but I’m fine with it.”
“So this would be a French fling,” she said, a wide grin spread clear across her face. “I won’t even tell the girls about it, because it’s a one and done. What happens in Paris, stays in Paris.”
I nodded. I’d never discussed having sex with someone at such great length.
This was probably a terrible idea.
She was into relationships.
I was… not.
This would probably end in disaster, but the thought of having her fall apart on my lips was too much to walk away from.
I wanted this.
When was the last time I’d actually wanted someone like this?
Probably never.
But I wouldn’t tell her that. That would mislead her. We’d fuck one another out of our systems and never speak of it again.
I was good at that.
“What happens in Paris,” I said, loving the way her chest was moving up and down rapidly, her eyes wild with curiosity.
“You’ve got yourself a deal, Bridger Chadwick.” She extended a hand. “I’m yours for one night, and one night only. Feel free to rock my world.”
Oh, I intend to, angel. As many times as you can handle.
I took her hand in mine and used the other to hold up my credit card as the server walked our way.
I was ready.
So fucking ready.
twenty-four
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Emilia
I was doing this.
