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Rookie mistake.
Damn it.
Now he knows I’m more than interested.
The question is…do I backpedal and pretend that I’m not, or do I lean into it and see what happens?
“Test me and see,” he replies smugly.
“You really are extremely confident, but you have failed to consider one thing. What if I don’t find you the least bit attractive? Wouldn’t that put a dent to your plan of seducing me into coming at record speed?”
“Is that your roundabout way of saying you don’t find me attractive?” He has the gall to smirk.
“I don’t know. Is it?” I reply with a smirk of my own.
He leans in just slightly and brushes his knuckles up my bare thigh, creating goosebumps in their wake and making my breath hitch.
“If that were true, thenthatwouldn’t have happened,” he counters knowingly.
“Well played,” I grumble before picking up my scotch and taking a good swig of it, pissed at my traitorous body for giving him proof of his effect on me without putting up much of a fight. “You’re extremely perceptive.”
“Again… that’s not all I’m good at,” he explains assuredly, his dark eyes turning pitch black.
“Just so you know, your arrogance has a negative effect on my libido.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“Oh, now you know what turns me on?” I laugh nervously.
“Yes,” he deadpans with such assurance that I have half a mind to slap the confidently poised expression off his gorgeous face.
“Fine. Have at it then,” I relent, pissed, pulling my phone to put a timer on it. “Five minutes.”
The triumphant smirk that he makes no attempt to hide infuriates me even more. I tell myself that whatever this man is about to do to me, I’ll hold on strong just to prove my point.
But when Trent stands up from his seat and places his hands on my hips, my treacherous body hums expectantly, eager for the wickedness he’s about to inflict on it.
“Now, I know how you pride yourself on being the epitome of professionalism, so I’ll make sure no one around us understands what’s happening,” he starts, planting my ass further up on the stool. He then slides his hand under my knee, uncrossing my leg and placing my foot on the floor. Still dazed by the fact that he’s touched me so intimately, I don’t even make a fuss when he picks up my other leg by my calf and places my heel on the silver rail under the bar.
It’s like he’s become a puppet master all of a sudden and made me his puppet, placing my body in the most ideal position he desires.
I’m so lost in the trance he’s put on me that I only react when he begins to hike up my dress and part my thighs wide enough that I can feel the cool air of the air-conditioned venue hit my slit.
“Getting cold feet, are we?” he teases, his eyes falling to where my hands now grip his wrists.
As if scolded, I pull my hands off him and square my shoulders to look indifferent.
“Not in the least.”
He leans his back on the bar to have a better view of the crowd behind me, the devilish smile on his lips making my core clench.
To anyone watching, it would look like we were simply having an innocent conversation.
No one could possibly suspect that this man has just positioned me in the best way he feels will guarantee that I come tonight.
Now towering over me, he bends down just slightly, low enough for his mouth to reach my ear, the hot breath on my skin making my own breathing come to a full stop.
“You seem tense,” he whispers.
