Page 106 of Torrid Passion
“I still don’t get it, Kyla. Why didn’t you stick around?”
“I started having doubts.”
“About what?”
“Your reputation,” she gives me a one-shoulder shrug. “You’re a hard-core bachelor. Too many tempting options… too little time.”
I’m silent for a long beat.
She fidgets nervously under my stare.
“You wanted more?”
“It was lust for both of us.”
“Interesting way of skirting the answer,” I quip.
“It was one night. I get it. That’s your MO. You got what you wanted. So did I. No harm, no foul.”
I rephrase my question. “Were you expecting more?”
“We didn’t make any promises to each other.”
I study her silently. “That wasn’t my question, Kyla,” I say. “Do you want more?”
“You’re Harlow’s big brother. Where is this going to go anyway?” she counters swiftly.
“Do you want more?” I press.
“I—”
“Don’t latch onto silly excuses. Talk to me, gorgeous.”
“You don’t do relationships, Loki,” she deadpans.
The determined look on her face is surprising.
“And you know that for a fact?”
“Why else would you be a member here?” her eyes flicker, meeting mine with a challenge.
“The club keeps things simple—”
“I get it. Two people on the same wavelength. Once and done. No muss, no fuss. NoCall Me Maybe.”
I’m tired of this game.
I stand up and come sit next to her.
The move startles her.
“You seem to know everything there is to know about me––”
“I didn’t say that,” she challenges.
“In many ways you did, Kyla.”
“That’s not—”
