Page 164 of Torrid Passion
“Being your slut isn’t enough? Now you want me to be your stripper-slut?” Her hand goes flying in the air before it lands in a loud thump against her thigh.
I bite off a smile.
I approach her. “I don’t think of you as my stripper-slut, gorgeous. You’re way too classy for that.” She gives me a wide smile. “It’s a fantasy and you’re the main star.” I pause. “I’d love formy girlfriendto give me a private show.”
My gaze stays on her, level and patient.
She opens and closes her mouth, but nothing comes out. She frowns hard and shakes her head as if she’s having a conversation with herself. She does that a few times.
I just wait.
“You—your what?” she finally asks.
I run the back of my fingers along her cheek. “We’ve been hanging out together for the last month. It’s been pretty amazing… but I was thinking I might stop being yourfakeboyfriend and become yourrealone instead.”
She laughs. “You haven’t been my fake boyfriend in a while.”
“Yeah, but we haven’t defined what’s going on between us.”
“Okay,” she nods cautiously.
“I think we should.”
“You want to make this official?” her eyelashes bat furiously at me.
“Come,” I lace my fingers with hers and guide her to middle of the room. “Now wait here,” I say. I run behind the bar and back.
Larkin’s team was amazing at helping me set this up.
I drop two little bags on thecoffee table—one black and one silver.
“What are those?” she asks.
“You’ll see.”
I rummage through the gold silk paper of the black bag and pull out a medium sized box. I hand it to her.
“A gift?”
“Yes.”
“For me?”
“Do you see another gorgeous brunette with a banging body standing in the room?”
She actually looks around.
“No,” her voice comes out faint.
“I guess it’s for you, then.”
“You’ve lost your mind, Loki.”
She’s right, but I’m not ready to confess that to her.
“You haven’t even opened the box yet,” I smile. “Here, let me hold it for you.”
She doesn’t protest.
