Page 83 of Treason's Temptation
My eyes swelled, turning around to Treason, who was wearing a cocky grin and had his hands tucked in his pockets.
“Checkmate,” he dipped down, kissing my lips. A one-word, simple reminder that Treason Westbrook didn’t lose. “Stop daring me to take care of you like I'm not the nigga for the job.”
I couldn’t consider myself a loser either. Not surrounded by images of legends, vintage playbills, and screen test footage playing on loop. Treason taught me a valuable lesson tonight. If a man wanted to, he would.
“No, seriously. How did you know?”
“Don’t worry abouthow.”
“Good evening, Mr. Westbrook and Miss Dixon,” the host bowed at us like Prince Harry and Meghan. “We have an hour before dinner is served.”
“Preciate it, we’ll take a tour until then.”
“My name is Jamie. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to let me know. It’s a pleasure to have you this evening, Mr. Westbrook,” Jamie excused herself, and Treason grabbed my hand.
Treason didn’t pick up the phone once. It remained in his pocket as he watched me rush from one exhibit to another. I was stuck until I reached the dress Dorothy Dandridge wore to the 1955 Academy Awards.
“I can’t believe I’m standing in front of Dorothy Dandridge’s dress,” I muttered.
“I dare you to touch it,” Treason whispered from behind, startling me. I was so focused that I didn’t even hear his footsteps.
“No! I’m not touching it,” I rushed out.
“You want to touch it so,” he urged, hitting my elbow.
“Stop!”
“Now you want to follow rules and shit,” he shook his head, disappointed.
“Time and place, Treason.”
“So now, wouldn’t be the time or place to lift this dress and eat you in your favorite place,” he stepped forward, pressing his semi-hard dick against my backside.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I turned around, now face-to-face.
“Tell me how you pulled it off, and I might consider it.”
“Bullshit,” he called my bluff.
“Guess, you’ll never know because you’re too scared.”
“You’re baiting me, Blue. Ain’t nothing coming off tonight, but I’m cool with that. Watching you try to crack the code is more entertaining anyway.”
“Why do you insist on getting on my nerves?”
“Is Gummy Bear better?”
“Now, where did you come up with that?”
“Gummy Bears are stubborn and tough at first chew. It takes effort to get to the soft, sweet center that melts in your mouth,” He leaned in, voice low and thick.“That sweet, juicy center is worth every second of the fight. That’s why you can’t just eat one. They’re addictive as fuck, kinda like you. Plus, you keep eating my shit.”
Funny how Treason mentioned me being addicted when I was the one clenching my vagina to keep it from throbbing. He was hard to defend when he got in this mode. Talking that shit, so smooth and staring me down while he did it, so I knew he meant every word.
“I don’t like that one either.”
“Too bad. Pick one before I pick for you,” he demanded, with a seriousness that told me he wasn’t playing.
I sighed, “I’ll get back to you.”
