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“So, you are attracted to me, then?”
She jabs me with her toenail. I recoil as pain fires down my thigh. “On second thought, never mind,” she says, quickly sliding out of the booth. “I’ll find someone else to entertain myself with tonight.”
“Wait—” I snatch her wrist, refusing to let go as she fires a death glare in my direction. “What room?”
Her pupils dilate. “914.”
I release her and sit back, letting my gaze trail all the way to her shoes. “I’ll be there.”
“When?”
“Soon,” I say, picking up my beer. “I paid nine dollars for this American piss water and I’m going to enjoy it. Don’t worry, love. I’m not going to stand you up. My cock would never forgive me.”
She flashes a genuine smile and leans forward over the table. “Archer…”
I admire the curve of her breasts as she drifts closer. “Yes?”
“Call me love again and I’ll keep your cock in a glass jar above my fireplace,” she growls. “Got it?”
I clear my throat. “Yes, ma’am...”
She walks away, practically gliding into the lobby. I can’t keep my eyes off her ass to save my life. Graceful, elegant. A legitimate femme fatale for the modern age.
I wait for her to disappear around the corner before deflating completely. “Bloody hell…” I mutter to myself as I pour the last of my beer down my throat. Bland and tasteless but at least a little buzz settles in.
My cock throbs, hard and hopeful. It really won’t forgive me if I screw this up, but I’m not here to fuck, unfortunately. No matter how good her toes felt on me. No matter how much I’d like to bend her over…
Lilah Hart. The gorgeous monster.
I won’t let you go again.
Chapter 7
Lilah
Getting Archer alone was as easy as I thought it’d be.
I step onto the empty elevator and press 9. As the doors start to close, I lean back against the opposite wall and take a deep breath, bringing all my focus together to stay calm and collected. My exposed skin touches the cold surface, sending a chill down my spine as I mentally prepare myself for what I’m about to do.
Killing is my job. But even great actors get a little stage fright on occasion.
A hand stops the doors just in time and they open on Archer’s tilted expression. “I’m sorry…” he says, “but I have to ask…”
I straighten off the wall. “Ask what?”
He steps on. The doors close behind him and he stares at me with a wide smirk. “Do you have protection?”
My stomach flutters as the car starts ascending. “A girl like me always comes prepared.”
Archer licks his lips and gently rests his hands on either side me, pinning me between him and the wall. A nervous shudder trails my back as I look up into his bright blue eyes. I detect the various scents of him, from his worn leather jacket to the fresh beer on his breath and the stiff cologne behind his ears. My pulse triples, anxiously waiting for the moment when he finally goes for it…
He puts his hands on my waist and spins me around to face the wall. I pause, following his roaming hands as they slide down my hips and legs.
“Are…” I grimace. “Are you frisking me?”
Archer feels down to my ankles and back up my legs, quickly sliding in and out from between my thighs. “A girl like you always has something to hide.”
I turn to face him, and he pins me to the wall again. “You missed a spot.”
