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“I did. But not because of you. I’m not one of your sycophants.”
I had been avoiding his gaze but when he said nothing in response, I turned to see him watching me intently beneath those thick, dark lashes. I couldn’t quite place the expression, but it was somewhere between astonishment and amusement.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I find you… interesting, Ms. Rochere.”
Goosebumps crept over my skin at the way he said ‘interesting’ and I crossed my arms over my chest defensively, “Well don’t.”
The poor waiter was still standing beside us during our entire exchange, and he had yet to move. He kept his eyes fixed on the floor as the single glass of red wine sat atop the tray, begging for someone to take it. I figured that until Mr. Asshole over here dismissed him, the waiter had to stick around.
That clearly wasn’t happening anytime soon.
I realized the young man’s only escape would come from me giving in and taking the damn glass. When I finally reached out and took the wine, Dominik smiled like the smug bastard he was, and nodded to the waiter. The young man disappeared quickly out of sight, leaving us to our devices.
“So, Ms. Rochere, may I ask what brought you this evening? Other than your obvious desire to meet me.”
I couldn’t very well go destroying my sister’s prospects by revealing our connection, so instead I chose omission over honesty. “I came because someone else invited me.”
“And who would that someone be?”
“It’s none of your business.” I snapped.
“I disagree. In fact, it’s more my business than anyone’s.”
“Well too bad. If you’ll excuse me.”
I motioned to move past him, but his hand clamped down on my hip, “Oh, are we done with foreplay already?”
I felt my panties immediately wetting. Not only from his words, but from his nearness and the heat of his fingers wrapped around me.
His overconfidence was infuriating—but also really fucking hot.
Sure, I wanted him. But I wanted lots of things that weren’t good for me.
“You’re disgusting.”
“Don’t play coy, Ms. Rochere. I don’t like coy.”
“I don’t very much care about what you like.”
“You will tonight.”
I pulled myself free of his grip and stepped back, “You’re quite presumptuous, you know that?”
“Presumption implies that there is an alternative outcome, Ms. Rochere. When it comes to getting what I want, there is no alternative.”
"Well prepare yourself for disappointment because tonight, I’m going home—alone— and you’re never going to see me again.”
“And yet, you’re still standing here talking to me when you could’ve left a while ago.” He circled me like a hungry lion, stopping just behind my right shoulder, ready to pounce. “Why do you suppose that is?”
“Because you won’t shut up long enough for me to leave?” I answered.
“I’ll tell you why,” he stepped forward until his firm chest was placed almost flush against me—and my ass. Something large, and rock hard, was shoved against my lower back, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what it was. “Because you’re dying for a man like me to take you out of your sweet, controlled, bullshit romance ideals, and fuck you into another stratosphere. I can do that, you know, Ms. Rochere? Fuck you in ways you never imagined. Fuck you in ways that leave you pleasuring yourself to my memory, long after we’re done.”
I’d never been a fan of dirty talk before. Not that I’d had a lot of experience with it, especially with the guys I usually dated; but oh-my-god his words were enough to have my throat dry and my pussy aching all over again. I started walking toward my only escape, the kitchen, hoping that he wouldn’t follow me somewhere so beneath him. But instead, he stayed at my side, nodding to guests who greeted him with every step we took.
“As fun as this little game has been, I’m growing tired of it.”
