Page 18 of The Wrong Guy

“I didn’t know what to expect. I’m happy there is a hold on the money, though. I want to make sure we can split it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about the car?”

“Thank you for joining us at Le’ Fe. I will be your waitress, Miranda,” a woman with a low-cut shirt and too much perfume introduces herself to us.

“Is Marco working today?” I cut her off.

“Um, yes,” she answers hesitantly.

“Tell Marco that Stavros Bilias is here, and I want my usual for two people.”

Miranda leaves right away and leaves Audrina and me alone. I requested a table further away to have a whole conversationwith Audrina without having the prying eyes of our city watching.

With a family like mine, I have to make sure I have some privacy.

“Do people usually give you what you want?” Audrina asks with her eyebrow raised.

Miranda returned with a bottle of champagne for us and began to pour the sweet beverage into two champagne flutes.

“Are we celebrating?”

I smirked at her and took a sip of the beverage. I wave off Miranda and look back at the confused Audrina.

“I have a proposition for you. If you agree, we can begin tonight,” I begin.

Her eyes are watching my mouth curl around the flute and then watching me swallow the sweet drink. “I’m interested.”

“I had hoped you were. This is something that is between us, and that’s it. Could you keep that promise?”

She nods. “Yes.”

“We’re going to try something new. You’re going to be mine to play with and to please. We will get to know each other and play with each other. If you agree, you must understand I’m not interested in being a boyfriend or anything like that.”

Audrina’s eyes look glassy as she swallows her drink. “Then what? What are we?”

I drink the rest of the flute and put the glassware back onto the table. Our appetizers are being delivered making me wait to answer her. Once the food is dished out, I bite the escargot.

“We are just two people in an agreement. That’s what this is.”

“It doesn’t seem very romantic.”

I chuckle at her comment. “Want a taste?” I ask her.

She looks from my lips back to the food. “Of what?”

“Close your eyes.”

She closes them, and I put my finger under her chin to tilt her head back. She willingly allows me to do so. Once her head falls back, I take a sip of her flute and then hold the liquor in my mouth. I place my lips on hers and let the drink filter into her mouth.

She gasps as soon as the drink touches her lips. The gasp turns into a moan of pleasure.

“I’m in,” she whispers back to me.

Chapter Twelve

Audrina

I’m not exactly sure what I have just agreed to, but I’m pretty sure I wasn’t thinking in my head. I made this decision with the pleasure of burning red-hot between my legs.

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