Page 101 of Treason's Temptation
He glanced at me with a smirk while I bit back a grin. Fallon cleared her throat at the excitement he tried to hide with curiosity.
“Am I interrupting?”
“Nope, he’s all yours for the next hour. After that, work can wait until tomorrow,” I clarified.
“Blue has spoken. We got an hour to knock this out.”
“I guess we better get to work.”
Leaving Fallon and Tre to work, the gravity of putting myself out there dragged me to the kitchen. Pulling the cabinet open, I stared up at all the glasses too high for my petite frame to reach. Usually, I would’ve pulled Tre from his desk to grab it because I’d fussed too many times about putting things so high up.
Pulling the cork from the bottle of Brandy, I gulped it. The stinging in my chest didn’t compare to my painful morning. I took another swig, hoping to settle the butterflies that were anxiously floating around my stomach. Dragging the bottle along like an extra set of hands, I ambled to the bathroom to finish setting up.
I stood at the counter, lighting candles, chuckling to myself. All this for a man. A very deserving man. A patient man. The most attentive man I’ve ever crossed paths with. Still, he was a man, and I couldn’t believe myself, but love was tricky like that.
Then my reflection caught me staring back with wide eyes in disbelief.
Girl, you love that nigga?
“Shit!” I yelled, almost burning my hand at the thought of loving Treason.
In here burning yourself for a man? Catch me up. Seems like I missed a lot.
I rolled my eyes, turning back to the tub. “Mind your business. Besides, you were all team let’s have some fun while we’re here. Now I’m having fun.”
Ignoring a very sarcastic,I am your business, I lined the bathroom with candles, but I was stubborn even toward my own damn self, so I persisted. “Plus, I’m allowed to change my mind,and so are you.So, are we in love or not?
I pause mid–rose petal sprinkle, catching my reflection in the mirror. “You know so much, you tell me.”
Why else would I be doing all this extra shit? You’re whipped and maybe a little delusional, but it’s cute.
I looked down, lips twitching. “…Damn. I might be in trouble.”
Oh, we’re definitely in trouble. That man knows his way around an orgasm, unlike the last loser you stuck us with. The one that used your pussy like a turntable.
I grabbed the Brandy, sipping to avoid this conversation any further. If nothing else, I needed to work on not being so goddamn stubborn.Iwas a handful, but thankfully, Treason had big hands.
Candles lined the rim of the tub, casting that honey-gold glow over everything, when the deep, familiar weight of his steps neared. Treason appeared, leaning on the frame, his mouth curved slowly, watching me relax in his bathtub.
“Well, damn,” Treason drawled, eyes raking over me. “You inviting me in?”
“Maybe,” I teased, sinking lower into the water. “But there’s a toll.”
His brow rose. “A toll?”
“Mm-hmm.” I swirled my fingers in the water. “Before you can get in, you have to dance for me.”
He laughed, low and disbelieving. “Charging me a toll for my own shit is crazy work.”
“Can’t just climb in like some bath pirate. You gotta’ earn this spot.” I tilted my head toward the space between my legs, theone I’d deliberately left open for him. “Sing or dance, but you gotta show me something.”
Half humming ridiculous R&B note, Treason two-stepped in his briefs, butchering LTD’s “Love Ballad” to promise love and devotion. He used the notes to share that I was the only one who mattered while his hips rolled in a way that made me laugh and bite my lip at the same time.
“Okay, okay, you pass,” I said, waving him in.
He stepped out of the rest of his clothes and started to slide behind me, until I palmed his bare chest. “Uh-uh. Not tonight.”
His brows drew in, but I tugged him forward, opening my legs. “I’m the pillow tonight.”
