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“What do you mean?”
“Go to dinner with me. It’s just a simple dinner. Nothing more, nothing less, and during it I will prove to you that you want to know what it’s like to feel me between those sexy as fuck legs of yours.”
“There’s no way in hell that will happen.”
“Prove me wrong.”
“So, just dinner and once I show you that you’re not going to get into my bed, you’ll leave me alone?”
“Of course,” I lie. I’m not letting her go at all.
“And you will still help my uncle keep his gym?”
“Scout’s honor.”
“Were you ever a scout?” she asks, and I grin. “I figured,” she huffs, reading my grin correctly. “Fine. Where do I meet you?”
Those might be the sweetest words I’ve ever heard come out of a mouth before. She has no idea what she’s set herself up for.Chapter FourJoI am an idiot for agreeing to go to dinner with Cooper, to be blackmailed by this fighter. I should’ve said no, told my uncle what Cooper said and put the cocky fighter on blast. But I can’t lie and say there isn’t a part of me that doesn’t like this, like the fact he’ll go to any length to get what he wants.
It turns me on, if I’m being honest.
Could he really want to take me out so much that he will use whatever means he has to make it happen?
It should have pissed me off. I should have told him to fuck off.
But instead here I am, nervous and anticipating seeing Cooper again.
And although it was a bastard thing for him to do in order to get his way, I also know if I’d said no, he would have still helped my uncle. I saw that in his eyes, know he is close with Matthew. I know Copper wouldn’t disappoint him.
So here I am. I agreed, not so much because he blackmailed me, but because I wanted to see him.
I glance at my reflection in the rearview mirror. I should’ve gone as unattractive and homely as possible, but instead I found myself really primping.
New lipstick, fuck-me lashes, and pants that mold to my body and show every curve. Not to mention my shirt that has a low-cut bodice that hints at cleavage. It’s a little innocent, and a little bit dirty.
And then I look down at my shoes, the heels that aren’t quite stiletto, but are high enough that they’ll make my legs look longer. I picked these out especially for this “date.” I wanted to really dress up for Cooper. I wanted him to notice me and realize he can look but he’ll never touch.
And he won’t.
I have to make sure of that. Right?
I can practice self-control.
I can dial down my basic urges a notch and just have dinner with him. I hope.
A growl of frustration leaves me, and I find myself already pissed at him and he hasn’t even shown up yet.
I sit in my car, because I told him I’d meet him there. I wasn’t about to have him pick me up, make this some kind of official date. He would read too much into it, no doubt.
No, this is safer for both of us, especially me. I am not about to be a notch in this fighter’s bedpost, no matter how much I want him.
I think back to the connection we had in my office. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I imagined him taking control of me… doing filthy, intimate things to my body and making me his. I haven’t wanted that before, but this fighter makes me feel that way. He makes me feel hot and ready.
Just thinking about it now has me blushing, and I can feel my cheeks getting hot.
Pictures of Cooper and me float through my mind. Pictures of us doing things I never even thought possible … things that are so dirty I am surprised I can even conjure them up. Even now, I feel my body heating, my pussy becoming wet at the image of being under him, at the thought of his rough and scarred hands pushing my thighs open as he gazes down at my virgin pussy.
God, there is no doubt he’d be incredible in bed.
I close my eyes briefly and breathe out slowly. When I open them, I see a sports car pulling up to the front of the restaurant, taking a parking spot off to the side, and then the tail lights going out as the vehicle is turned off.
I know immediately that it’s Cooper in there. The car screams arrogance. Just like the boxer. Then the driver side door opens and he steps out, wearing a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt, his outfit not hiding the fact he is big and muscular, powerful.
He lifts his hand and runs it over the back of his head, his bicep flexing and causing every part of me to come alive. I clench my thighs together at the sight of that masculinity, at how feminine I feel even just looking at Cooper. My mouth dries and my pulse begins to beat rapidly at the base of my throat.
