Page 105 of Torrid Passion
I give her the run down on Miss America.
“I was way off,” she says when I’m done.
“Watching Bliss and Magnus prance around the room looking like newlyweds was pretty hilarious. The entourage following like bodyguards made it more ridiculous. I’m not sure at which point they connected, but thank God they did. I never thought I’d be grateful to Izzy Booker Dollangagger—I mean Magnus Waitfield.” She laughs. “The guy saved me from Bliss—who wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
“I was such an idiot,” she says.
“You said earlier you didn’t care who I was with—or fucked––but I guess you do. Why else would you run away?”
“No one wants to be upstaged by a beauty queen,” she tells me, a smile teasing her lips.
“The only reason you’re not a former reigning Miss America is because you never competed.”
“You’re such a smooth talker.”
“Seriously, next to you, Bliss doesn’t measure up.”
She looks away. “Wow, that’s a lot to live up to.”
“So, what happened last week?” I demand.
She drops her glass on the coffee table before crossing her legs. I’m not sure if it’s part of her strategy to distract me, but it works. “Last week was amazing. And overwhelming. And I freaked out.”
“Did I push you too far?” It’s my turn to drop my glass.
“Everything was too much, but in the most mind-blowing way,” she says.
“So you didn’t run away because of…” I hesitate.
“Of what?”
“Big Stallion? My slut?” I exhale. “That was a little over-the-top. I’m really sorry. I don’t know what got—”
“Can I be honest?”
“Of course.”
“It was a bit kinky—okay, a lot—but it was kind of hot…” she says shyly.
Well, I’ll be damned.
“You weren’t offended?”
“No.” She shakes her head.
Relief washes over me.
“I must admit I was a little surprised at first, but every time it came out of your mouth, it turned me on more and more.” She pauses. “Do you call all the women you’re with, slut?”
“No. I didn’t call you, slut. I called youmyslut. Not the same thing.”
“I guess I’m special.”
“You know you are, gorgeous.”
Her mouth curves into a soft smile. “I like knowing that.”
There’s still something eating at me.
