Page 21 of Twisted Lies 3
“Your drink.” He smiled at Zuri. “Hi, Zuri.”
“Hey, Scott. This is Sin. She’s Core’s guest. Give her anything her heart desires.”
“Got it,” Scott replied before hustling over to a beckoning guest.
Picking up my drink, I pressed my back against the bar. I didn’t want to miss a single thing. Sipping the contents in my glass, I eyed Zuri, who was swaying seductively to the music with her cloud of shiny red hair floating around her.
“By the way, welcome to Noire.” She gave me an impish grin. “I’m loving that dress on you.”
“What can I say? Core does know the way to my heart. A fuck-me dress gets me every time.”
Sipping my drink, I glanced around the club, pretending not to be searching for Core. My body pulsed with arousal when I found him making his way through the crowd. Biting my bottom lip, I gave him a slow once-over.
“Damn, he sure knows how to make cunts wet without even trying,” I blurted.
Even among the gorgeous men littering the room, Core didn’t blend. He stood out like a sexy marauding Viking, ready to conquer, destroy, and fuck any woman in his path.
I ached to be that woman.
“That he does,” Zuri responded.
And as if he felt me eye-fucking him, he pivoted, staring at me, his eyes smoldering with intensity. Shamelessly, I drank in the magnificence of Core like a thirsty woman in a desert. My heart was beating like I’d just run fifty miles in thirty seconds while Core observed me.
Damn,I want to lick every inch of him.
Three words described Core—hotness and dripping sex. From his black tailored slacks that molded over his sculptured thighs to the crisp black shirt that fit across his magnificent, broad chest, I knew without a doubt there would be no denying him, no running away from the inevitable. I was going to fuck Core. My panties soaked and nipples hard as rocks, with deliberate effort, I broke eye contact with him.
Zuri stared at me. “Jesus, you do like him.”
I eyed her right back. “No comment.”
“There’s no shame in admitting it. He’s hot but a little rough around the edges.” She pursed her full lips.
“A little?” I arched a brow. “You mean a lot.”
Zuri shrugged. “He’s not perfect, but none of us is.”
I took a sip of my drink. “So how long have you been . . . working for him?”
Zuri snorted. “Is that your polite way of asking me if I’ve ever fucked him?”
I arched a brow. “Yep.”
“We’ve never had sex. Truth be told, I’ve never thought of him that way. And he considers me to be a pain-in-the-ass baby sister.”
Glancing back at him, I bit my lower lip, pondering why I gave a shit who he’d fucked. Then a horrible thought flashed through my head.Exactly how many women has Core sent invitations and dresses to?“Lots of women,” I muttered, my stomach hardening.
Zuri eyed me shrewdly. “I know what you’re thinking, and it’s not like that. Core is very picky.”
I wasn’t quite sure if I believed that, but so far, Zuri had been straight up with me. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. Needing all the liquid courage I could muster, I drained my glass and waited for his approach. But then the unthinkable happened. Core strode away.
My breath hitched before turning to Zuri. “Where the fuck is he going?”
Zuri’s grin flickered so quickly I almost didn’t see it. “It seems like Core wants you to come over and play.” It was a statement more than a question.
My heart raced with excitement at the thought of pursuing Core like most men I’d desired. The problem was he wasn’t most men. He wouldn’t allow me to use him like a one-night stand or fucktoy. No, the rules of engagement between Core and me would be way different.
I flushed angrily. “There is no way I’m fucking him in public. I like my sexual encounters to be private.”
