Page 25 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

“You’re smiling.”

“Am I?”

“Mhmm. That answer make you happy?”

“It does. Don’t ask me why, but I kind of like that I was your first.” Although I hated I wouldn’t be his last, as unreasonable asthatwas.

“Well, I fucking loved that you were my first. So thanks for coming.” The smile on his lips teased my dick.

“It was my pleasure…several times over.” I picked up my drink and took a sip, trying to think of anything other than my cock or his. My body needed to calm the hell down. “So, um, you from around here?”

Sin snorted, and I couldn’t blame him. The question sounded ridiculous even as it was falling off my tongue. But my brain was still recovering from what it’d just experienced.

“I know, that was lame.”

“Nah, just very…normal. All things considered.”

“Right, but if I sit here and ask what I want to, I might cause bodily harm to myself, since it’s not listening to reason right now.”

“Gotcha. Well, I don’t want that. So let’s see, nope. Not from around here.”

Which told me…absolutely nothing. “So where are you from?”

Sin rested an arm on the table and eyed me closely. “Guess.”

“Guess?”

He was about to answer when our food arrived, a chicken sandwich and fries for him and shrimp tacos for me.

“You want me to guess where you’re from?” I asked.

“That’s right.” He picked up a fry and took a bite. “Do your worst.”

“You think I’m going to get it wrong.”

He shrugged, and his eyes creased. “Let’s just say I’d be surprised if you get it right.”

“Why?”

“Because you look like someone who has been to New York and maybe…Europe.”

My jaw hit the table. “Oh, I see, you’re judging me.”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

I reached for one of my tacos and picked it up. “You’re wrong.”

I took a bite and moaned as the tang of the lime juice and creamy sauce hit my tongue. I swallowed and glanced up, waiting for Sin’s response, and found him staring at my mouth much the same way he had back on set.

“Did you hear me?” I arched a brow. “I said you were wrong. I’vealsobeen to the Maldives.”

Sin nodded and picked up his sandwich. “No judgment was meant. I was just making an observation.”

“That I look like a snob?”

“That you look like a high-end model who belongs in beautiful places.”

Whatever comeback I had at the ready died. “Oh.”

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