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I stare into Miles's eyes. As usual, he's unflinching. Staring through me like he's untouchable.
Heat surges inside me. I'd certainly like to fuck him. His body already feels so damn good.
"Yes," I say. "I'd do it right here."
"Are you drunk?"
"Not yet."
Right on cue, the bartender drops off my drink. Miles pulls a twenty from his wallet, slams it on the bar, and waves the bartender away.
I grab my drink and make a move for the booths. Miles follows, but I ignore him.
I take a seat and wrap my lips around the straw. It's just as sweet and tart as my first drink, but this time I'm much more desperate for the release from my inhibitions. There's this nasty bit of politeness in my brain keeping me from telling Miles exactly what an asshole he is.
Miles sits next to me. He's wearing Converse, jeans, and a t-shirt. Even his clothes are cool and casual.
I down half my drink. "Can I help you somehow?"
"I should have told you about my recovery."
"Hmm, so close to an apology, yet something is missing."
His eyes find mine. "I'm sorry I kept that from you."
I finish my drink and slam it on the table. "I appreciate the apology, but it's not enough."
"Meg." His voice is low, desperate. He pulls the curtain closed so we're hidden from view.
"You're playing a game, but nothing has changed. You don't respect me. You don't love me. You don't trust me."
He pushes a stray hair behind my ear. "I respect you."
"And the other two?"
"I don't know." He traces the outline of my collarbone. "I've never done the other two before."
His fingertips skim the neckline of my dress. My body buzzes with want. He feels so much better than Business Guy. He feels so much better than anything.
"Let me take you somewhere quiet," he says.
I squeeze my thighs together. "I don't want to talk."
He pulls the strap of my dress aside and slips his hand into my bra. "I do."
I bite my lip. "You're not exactly encouraging conversation."
He rubs my nipple. "Is this really all you want from me?"
His eyes meet mine. There's a desperation in his expression. He means this. He wants more from me, more than sex.
But I'm not so sure.
His hand works its magic on my breast. Damn, he's good at this. Want builds in my core.
I need Miles. Now.
His eyes light up. He knows he's driving me out of my fucking mind.
