Page 25 of Fight or Flight
“I imagine it is.” He tucks the coin back in his pocket.
“Are we done now?” I point to my door. “You can see yourself out any time.”
“Almost.” He rakes his gaze up and down my body appreciatively.
“Really?” I shoot him a flat look. “More of that?”
“More of what?”
“That suggestive shit.”
“I didn’t even say anything,” he says, his blue eyes wide with innocence.
“Are you going to deny that you were undressing me with your eyes just now?”
“Yes.”
I snort-laugh. “Liar.”
“Nope, not lying.” His smirk is pure sex as he gives me another once-over. “I wasn’t undressing you with my eyes.” He drags his teeth over his bottom lip and shoots me a smolder that makes my stomach clench. “I was eye-fucking you,” he finishes in a sultry tone I’ve never heard him use before.
My brain glitches for a few seconds, and I gape at him like an idiot as more of that strange awareness hits, along with a little thrill that’s way more exciting than it has any business being.
“Was it as good for you as it was for me?” he continues in a tone that could make even the most dedicated erotica audiobook listener blush.
I start to tell him to go fuck himself, but the words die on my lips when he runs his thumb over his lower lip in a weirdly fascinating way.
“What’s the matter, Shaney?” He tilts his head to the side as he studies me. “You look a little flushed.” He taps his cheek with his finger. “Right here. It’s almost like you’re blushing.” He grins. “Are you blushing, Shaney?”
“Fuck off,” I snap.
“No.” He lifts the corner of his mouth, the expression as mocking as it is condescending.
“Then what the fuck do you want?” I demand.
“A lot of things.” He rolls one shoulder in a shrug.
“Like what? Are you here to blackmail me?”
“Blackmail you?” He looks surprised, and I can’t tell if his reaction is real or not.
“Yeah, what do you want in exchange for not telling anyone what I can do?”
“Nothing.”
I let out a snort-laugh. “Yeah, right.”
“I don’t want anything from you.”
“Sure you don’t.” I pin him with a hard look. “You expect me to believe that you’re going to keep this quiet out of the goodness of your heart?”
“Yes.”
I roll my eyes. “Tell me what you want and get the fuck out of my room.”
“So rude.” He clucks his tongue disapprovingly. “Here I am just trying to have a conversation about your newfound talent, and you’re getting mad that I’mnotblackmailing you with the information. It doesn’t seem like I’m the problem here, hmmmm.”
“I’m not mad,” I snap.
