Page 13 of Treason's Temptation
“What made you change that for me?”
“You were drowning. I didn’t want your ego to take two hits in one night,” I said, flashing a smile.
“You are beautiful. No one can deny that,” his eyes scanned my face slowly raking over my body while my irritation grew, “but your mind,” he added, voice dropping as it reached my ear, “turns me on a lot more.”
His coily beard stretched across his face, smirking. It was mostly peppered, but sprinkles of wisdom were scattered throughout. Treason knew his confidence kidnapped my response, so he grabbed my hand.
“Come protect my ego on the dance floor.”
“I don’t dance,” I replied, snatching my hand back.
As usual with a man on a mission, Treason didn’t let that stop him.
“I’m drowning again. You got me?”
My brain screamed for me to do something, but watching his hand on my hip was more entertaining. Then it sprang into action, doing the one thing I didn’t expect. Treason led us to the dance floor, his touch gentle and comforting. His confident steps were evidence that he was used to leading one way or another. That made being in his passenger seat that much easier.
“You have two left feet like a motherfucka,” he laughed, “I guess God had to keep you humble somehow.”
I drove my hand into his chest to shove him away, but failed.
“As if you know anything about humble. Treason is an ironic name for a politician, don’t cha’ think?”
His low laugh relaxed me into a comfortable two-step.
“Or Mama knew what I was destined for.”
“Do you have a rebuttal for everything?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“But somehow you couldn’t close that deal without my help.”
Treason’s eyebrows pinched, offended by my comment but not for the reason I thought.
“You met with Abdul earlier. Then, got Barbey to write me a fat ass check. You’re not just anybody.”
“So you’ve been watching me?”
When I pushed away, he pulled me back in, anticipating my need for space.
“Everybody in this room has been watching yo’ ass. I’m just man enough to say it to your face.” He said, wearing that charismatic grin that was plastered all over the city.
“Lucky me,” I groaned.
“I didn’t mean shit by it.”
“I’m not offended,” I lied, turning back to him, face cold as stone.
Treason smirked, “Shit, I was hoping you were.”
“Why?”
“Then I’d get the chance to make it up to you.”
Damn, he is good, but stay focused.
“Why would I give a man a chance to fix what he fucked up in the first place?”
