Page 10 of Vixen's Guide to Christmas
“Damn, this is good!” I exclaim.
Luckily, my outburst only makes him laugh. “You don’t hold back your feelings, do you?”
I laugh as I put down the rocks glass. “Oh, I’m a straight shooter. I can have a poker face, but if you ask me what I’m thinking, I’m not going to mince words. It’s a blessing and a curse.”
“I think it’s a blessing,” he says. “You always know where you stand with someone.”
I playfully wag my finger at him. “You say that now, then one day you’re asking me a question and you don’t like the answer, and then boom! You never call me again.”
This makes him smile. “I like the idea of calling you at any point.”
Interesting he took that part of the conversation to pick up on. I could tell this man was riding the line between cocky asshole and confident man from the second he sat down. That’s probably why the Katherine part of my brain started sending small red alerts. Because this guy is my type, through and through. And the cockier he is, the more attracted I am. It’s a character flaw.
“We’re just assuming that I’m going to give you my number?”
The challenging looks we’re giving to each other right now, the ones filled with determination, but also a little lust…this is why I like cocky men. Because I’m a cocky girl. Both Kat and Katherine. And if the banter and the sparring is there… Well, there’s nothing hotter.
“I’m not assuming,” he says as he leans a little closer. “But I calculated the odds, and I think when it comes to leaving here with your number, my chances are pretty high.”
“You’re a betting man?”
He nods as his hand “slips” down to brush the top of mine. I must say, it was a good move. “A blackjack table hates to see me coming.”
“I’m more of a craps girl myself.”
I swear at that moment, I see an actual spark of fire ignite in his eye. “Not an easy game.”
“It’s all about the strategy,” I say. “Which is my forte.”
“I like it,” he says as he continues to brush his fingers over my hand. With every touch, and every swoop, I swear a new goosebump pops up somewhere on my body. “What else would you consider your fortes?”
Check box for Katherine: He’s asking questions about me. Not domineering the conversation.
Check box for Kat: God, he smells fucking good.
“Let’s see, as you saw earlier, my trivia skills are unmatched. I’m fluent in French, and I can name most tunes in less than five notes. Well, anything released before 2020.”
“It’s when the best music was developed.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” I say. “Oh, and my career. I know everyone thinks, or wants, to be the best at their job, but I really am.”
Grayson has been showing interest with everything I’m saying. But I swear, at this moment, he’s maybe more turned on than ever.
“Really? A very rare pairing to have two people who are dominating in their career fields meet up.”
“I believe it’s what the business world calls a ‘power couple.’”
“I’ve always wanted to be in one of those,” he says. “So, what field do you dominate in?”
Just as I’m about to tell him about my job in media strategies—and the very unconventional way that I’ve taken my career—the DJ changes the song and both of our eyes light up.
“What about dancing?” he asks. “Is that a forte?”
I subtly shake my head. “Not really. I’m not horrible at it, but I wouldn’t put it on my top list of special skills.”
“Well, I do,” he says, standing up and holding out his hand. “Let’s put those skills on display.”
Fuck, he can dance, too? I’m going to have sex tonight, aren’t I?
