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I scoffed, “I’m not playing a game. I don’t have sex with strangers, and on top of that, I refuse to be someone’s whore for the night. Especially yours. I’m not like you. I’m not an animal.”
“We’re all animals, Ms. Rochere. Some of us just refuse to admit it.”
“No,” I shook my head. I was so fucking wet, but I was alsoso fucking furious. I turned to face him, “Not me. I’m a woman with principles and dignity.”
“And casual sex is against your dignity?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
He leaned down and the five o’clock shadow on his jaw grazed my cheek, “tell me you don’t want me to fuck you tonight and make me believe it.”
"I don’t.”
He smirked, “Your words are shaky, Ms. Rochere. Why don’t you try again, but this time with conviction?”
“Fine,” I stepped closer to him and licked my lips. The muscle in Dominik’s jaw ticked as he followed the slow trail of my tongue. His magnificent ocean eyes revealed nothing, but the way his broad chest rose and fell told me everything I needed to know. He thought he’d won. That I was about to cave to his unquestioned desires just like everyone else did.
I raised my chin defiantly, “I don’t want you, Mr. Drake. I never could. And I never will. A man like you could never fulfill me, because you’re far too in love with yourself to satisfy anyone else.”
Even I was surprised by how convincing I sounded.
He pulled back and narrowed his eyes, “That beautifully filthy mouth of yours may say no, but you’ve been eye fucking me this entire conversation. You think I can’t see the way your breathing speeds up any time I use the word fuck? Or how your nipples peak when I step into your space? Or how your body leans into me when I get close? You want this. Why continuing denying it?
“I’m sorry your ego is bruised, Mr. Drake. But I’m not that girl—and I’ll never be. I’m sure you can find someone else to obsess over for the night.”
He looked like he was about to snap at me when suddenly, Em popped her head out of the open kitchen door between us, “Oh, thank God, Eden. There you are. I need you desperately.”
Unfortunately, the angle that protected her from his unwavering glare, also obscured her ability to realize we had an audience—particularly one that included her boss.
Her boss that I had just spent the last few minutes insulting.
“I am totally spiraling,” She said, “If you could just—” Dominik stepped out from behind the open door and glared at the both of us. Before he could let out the anger simmering in his eyes, Emily spoke. “Oh, Mr. Drake, this is my sister, Eden. She’s here to help me.”
I couldn’t tell if he was more furious by the fact that I’d rejected him, or by the realization that he’d been wasting his precious time chasing down the sister of the ‘help’.
Emily glanced back and forth between us. Our awkward stalemate only ended when she said, “Eden? Umm, is everything alright?”
“Yes, it’s perfect. Excuse us.” I said before turning my back on Dominik. I practically shoved her through the swinging door before I spun on my heel and gazed out the little glass slat in the wall that separated us from the rest of the party.
Jackson approached Dominik and before too long, the two began to bicker. Dominik towered over Jackson by at least four or five inches. His lightly-tanned skin made his eyes sparkle, even though they were filled with frustration and anger. But a movement behind him caught my eye. A movement I just knew would change the course of the evening for the worst. And as if I had been watching in slow motion, I saw him turn into the server behind him.
The tray, the crystal glasses, and the server himself went crashing to the floor.
“Shit,” Emily hissed and pushed though the kitchen door and I followed her out. “Stay right here.”
Everything paused.
Everything stopped.
Every conversation, every giggle, and every interaction paused as they all turned toward Emily’s movements.
She scurried toward her fallen employee and helped him up to his feet. They both started cleaning up the tray and the glasses while Emily barked for someone to bring her a mop. And when Mr. Drake turned around, I saw dark stains drenching his black suit.
From his chest all the way down to his crotch.
It took every ounce of my composure to keep from busting out laughing at the jerk. Jackson reached for some napkins on the table behind them and tried blotting off his suit, but all it did was leave little specks of white behind. Seconds later, Dominik’s heated stare found mine. And as he held my gaze, he turned toward my sister, who had just stood from the floor.
“Clean this up so no one gets hurt,” he bit through his teeth, “and so long as I’m alive, you and your unprofessional staff will never work another one of my events.”
I narrowed my eyes as I charged toward them. No one spoke to my sister like that. No one. Ever. Jackson kneeled down, trying to smooth things over as Emily wiped away tears from her eyes. He babbled on about giving her another chance, or heading to the other side of the room, or simply allowing him to take over the catering portion of the evening for the rest of the event.
I didn’t care, though. I stormed right up to him, “Don’t worry. It’s not like she’d ever want to work with the likes of you again, anyway.”
“Eden, stop,” Emily whispered. “Just help me down here.”
Dominik grinned. “Yes, Eden. Why don’t you get on your knees and help your little sister clean up her mess? I’m sure you’re capable of doing that, right? Getting on your knees when someone tells you to?”
And he didn’t give me a chance to respond before he shot one last glare at my sister before taking off across the room.
