Page 8 of The Arrogant One
“Lockhart”—her brows furrowed—“do you think I’m just going to leave here with a complete stranger, go to your hotel, and …”
“Have one of the best nights of your life? Yes. I most certainly think that. And that’s all I’m asking for, Sadie—one night. Nothing more.”
She pushed her lips together. “You really believe you’re that good? That you can convince someone like me, who never does that, to do it now?”
“I know I am.” I nodded toward the bartender to thank him for leaving my second old-fashioned in front of me. “Send your location to your friends or your sister. That’s if you’re worried about leaving with me. But I assure you, the only bad thingthat’s going to happen is you being forced to endure orgasm after orgasm until you can’t physically come anymore.”
“I have been the good girl for too long.” Her face flushed, and it was a color I couldn’t get enough of. “You know, I’ve been offered many things in the past. A one-night stand isn’t one.”
“You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever spoken to. I’m shocked to hear that men aren’t throwing themselves at you.”
“I didn’t say they’re not.” There was that grin again, the one I was becoming addicted to. “I just don’t let things get that far.”
“Because?”
“I want the happily ever after, not the happy for now.” She smiled. “The men who want what you want”—she glanced down my body—“aren’t going to give me thatever afterI’m looking for. They’re going to give methe now. Which I don’t need. I have plenty of toys for that.”
The thought of a toy pressed against her clit or one sliding into her pussy was making me even fucking harder.
“What ifthe nowis the best sex of your life?”
“Do I look like a woman who’s deprived, Lockhart?”
And I was the spicy one?
Jesus, I liked her.
“Not at all,” I answered. “I just think you’d enjoy what I want to do to you.”
“Which is?”
“You’re telling me you want to hear about it? In detail? That surprises me, Sadie, especially coming from someone who isn’t looking for a one-night stand.” I paused. “But I get the feeling you’re tempted. Tell me I’m wrong …”
She licked the inside of her bottom lip. “You know, I just came here for dinner.”
“And I’m offering you far more than a meal.” I turned and pointed toward the hostess station at the front of the restaurant. “I’m sure they still have your table available. You can go. You can eat. You can do what you came for. Or …”
“Or?”
“You can come with me”—I shook my head as I took her in—“and let me eat you.”
Her brows rose. “Now?”
“Right now.”
“Without even having a steak?”
“I’m staying at the Cole and Spade Hotel. I’ll order you room service once we’re done.”
She stared at me silently for what felt like at least a minute. “I can’t even believe I’m contemplating this … what the hell has gotten into me?”
“Listen, I can come up with a multitude of reasons, but let’s face it—there’s something about me that you find irresistible.”
“Maybe it’s your arrogance.”
I chuckled. “I can’t deny that.”
“Or your mouth.”
