Page 6 of Irresistible Rogue

He stared me down with those intense eyes of his. “Not a valid answer. You like or you don’t like.”

“Oh-kay.” I tried to keep my expression neutral as my insides melted down. “I like. I mean, what’s not to like? Gratification is gratification. Why not draw it out?”

“Do you like following orders?”

His fingertip was drawing a slow circle around the mouth of his rocks glass. The guy hadn’t touched me, but his finger running down his bruised cheek and now stroking his glass set my panties on fire. When my eyes lifted to his again, he was still watching me, and he wasn’t smiling.

“Do you like,” he asked me again, “following orders?”

I don’t even know his name.

“Um.”What does a girl say to that?“Sometimes.”

“No.” His pale wolf eyes held mine. “You like or you don’t like.”

We stared at each other.

There was noise all around us. Music playing, ice and glass clinking, many voices layered over one another. But all I could really hear was his voice, a low, sultry command.

“Say it.”

“Yes.” I swallowed. “That’s three questions. Now it’s my turn. How old are you?”

“I never said you’d get a turn.” His eyes glimmered again as he lifted his glass, taking a luxurious sip of the golden liquid.

“Well, that’s a dick move.”

He set his drink down and cracked a sudden smile. “You have a dirty mouth for such a little girl.”

“Excuse me?”

Did he just call me a little girl? My brain was absolutely fried from that smile.

The smile faded, replaced by that hungry look in his eyes. “I said. You have a dirty mouth. For a little girl.”

Yeah. That’s what I thought he said.

And now he was looking at my mouth like he wanted to shove the entirety of his hard dick into it.

I had no idea what was happening right now. Because this, whatever this was, had never happened to me before. Not even close. I’d had a one nighter or two. A few casual hookups. But this was something else.

Who knew where it was going, but right now I really had nothing to lose, so damn right, I was getting a turn.

“Swear you’ll be honest. How old are you?”

His eyes drifted back up to mine. “Okay. I swear. I’m twenty-six.”

“Are you married?”

“Do you want me to be?”

“You can’t answer the question with a question. And of course I don’t want you to be.”

He shrugged. “Maybe you’re into that.”

“I’m not!”

“Well, I’m not married.”

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