Page 51 of Seductive Scoundrel

“Sure, I’ll meet you by the front doors.”

“I won’t be long,” I promise, and then hurry towards the bathroom as quickly as my sky-high heels and tight dress will allow.

“He’s not going to keep you.” Gwynne’s silky voice assures me as I cross the mirrored section of the washroom, heading for the stalls.

Perfect.

I was in such a rush that I didn’t realize she followed me. My insides are currently Jello and now I have to deal with her.

Drawing in a deep breath, I straighten my back and then turn, ready to shut her down. “Thank you for your opinion, although I never asked for it.”

A smile that reminds me of the Joker appears on her face. “Any time, sweetie. I would hate for you to get your hopes up. Men like Dean go slumming every once in a while, but they always end up with a quality woman. It’s just the way the world works.”

“Good thing I’m not interested in being part of a world as shallow as yours. Apparently, neither is Dean.”

I’m sure my insult hits home because her expression changes from satisfaction to fury in a split second.

“Now,” I continue because I’ve had enough of her shit, “mydate is waiting.”

With my head held high and heart-thumping like I’ve just finished running a marathon, I cross the room to where Dean is standing. It’s amazing how fast a person can walk in five-inch stilettos when motivated.

My ankles will hate me in the morning, but I don’t care. A nice, long soak in Dean’s Jacuzzi tub will help, and I’ve had more than I can take of Miss Bitch for one night.

“That was quick,” he comments.

I flash him a grin. “Let’s blow this joint.”

“Eager to get me alone, are you?” he breathes into my ear.

“Yes, sir,” I purr, feeling his body stiffen and loving that I cause that kind of reaction in such a strong, powerful man.

Although the car is waiting, it takes forever for us to crawl into the back. As soon as we pull away from the onlookers, Dean’s mouth is on mine. His hands are greedy and everywhere, maneuvering my dress open to manhandle my boobs – and I want more. So much more. I need this man like I need oxygen.

The car moves as we frantically pull at clothes and devour each other whole. By the time we stop, I’m an absolute mess. My hair is a rat’s nest and my make-up must be all over my face – but I don’t care. That was beyond amazing.

Every time just gets better with Dean and we haven’t even reached the main event.

“You should dress like this the next time we go out,” he suggests, a wicked grin on his face as he eyes the gaping fabric that used to make up the front of my dress.

I look down at my exposed boobs. “I think I will. Maybe I’ll start a new fashion craze.”

He nods, his fingers massaging my nipples, making them hard again. “Oh, you’ll start something all right. Let’s get you out of the car before I ravage you again.” He pulls his suit jacket around my shoulders. “Better put this on.”

I comply, and then run a hand through my hair. “How do I look?”

“Utterly delicious.”

“Perfect!” I say, and then watch Dean get out of the car and extend his hand towards me. I take it and slide out as gracefully as possible, expecting to see his doorman – except there is no doorman because we’re in front of my building.

It takes me a second to erase the disappointment from my face and I pray that Dean didn’t see it. It’s bad enough that I assumed we were going to his place. Looking like a pouting child because I didn’t get my way is even worse. It puts me in league with Gwynne.

“We already started this evening the way I planned to finish it, so no point in wasting time on a sleepover. I’m sure we both have more important things to do. Are you good to go up alone?” His tone is business-like and his face is unreadable – crushing me.

“Yes. Thanks for a lovely evening,” I reply, mimicking his professional façade. Without looking back, I stride into the building willing myself to hold it together until I reach the sanctity of my shitty little apartment.

It’s my fault for assuming that we’d be spending the night together, and it’s better if we don’t. It would only further muddy the water. We agreed to sex and the odd date – nothing more.

I’m leaving soon and nothing or no one is going to stand in my way – even Mr. Big Dick. Once this audit is finished, I’ll be primed for a transfer. That’s what I need to focus on.

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